But I’m a Proper River God, You Know!

Yuan Ji transmigrated into a xianxia novel as a minor river deity—low status, weak divine powers, and stuck cleaning up the “tr*sh” those cultivators kept dumping into her waters. Life was miserable. Then one day, the original novel’s male lead—cornered by enemies at the edge of the Forgotten River—shouted in despair, “Thirty years east of the river, thirty years—” Before he could finish, a rain of high-grade spiritual artifacts crashed onto his head, knocking him out cold. Yuan Ji, who had just finished tossing her latest batch of “tr*sh,” froze in horror. But to her shock, the male lead woke up, kowtowed fervently, and cried, “Many thanks, Senior, for saving this unworthy one! I pledge ...