High School Cultivator Takes Over

A powerful cultivator unexpectedly transmigrates into the body of a modern-day high school girl named Kara Wells. She soon realizes that everyone in the family favors the fake daughter, Lana Wells, and looks down on her. But Kara doesn't care—her main goal is to regain her spiritual power, which can only be restored by winning the affection of others. Over time, she gains the admiration of many powerful figures who become her devoted fans, boosting her power. Gradually, she also wins over the Wells family, who one by one begin to uncover Lana's true nature...

High School Cultivator Takes Over

A powerful cultivator unexpectedly transmigrates into the body of a modern-day high school girl named Kara Wells. She soon realizes that everyone in the family favors the fake daughter, Lana Wells, and looks down on her. But Kara doesn't care—her main goal is to regain her spiritual power, which can only be restored by winning the affection of others. Over time, she gains the admiration of many powerful figures who become her devoted fans, boosting her power. Gradually, she also wins over the Wells family, who one by one begin to uncover Lana's true nature...

I opened my eyes to the sound of laughter—hers, not mine. Lana stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her silk scarf while I lay on the narrow bed in this shared room, still reeling from the memories of my past life. Mountains cracked beneath my palm. Emperors knelt. Now I’m trapped in this body, this name, this humiliation.

"Don’t touch my side of the room," she said without looking. "You’ll ruin the vibe."

I said nothing. But inside, I felt it—the faintest pulse in my dantian. Starved. Broken. It could only regenerate through genuine admiration. Not pity. Not obligation. Admiration.

At lunch, I saw the chance. A freshman dropped her tray, laughing nervously as everyone stared. No one moved. I stepped forward, helped her up, and glared at the crowd. "What? Never seen kindness before?"

One boy clapped. Then another. A ripple. A spark flared in my core.

But Lana watched from the VIP table, smiling. She knew what I was doing. And she would make sure I paid for it.