Transmigrating into Xiaoyaoyou: Starting with a Xiaoyao Sword

One late night, Huang Wuke was reading the Xiaoyao You. When he reached the line about soaring ninety thousand miles on a whirlwind, he fell asleep in a tree. When he woke, he was lying in the world of the book, an ancient treasured sword beside him. Two characters were engraved on its blade: Xiaoyao. The copy of the Xiaoyao You in his hand had also turned into a sword manual.

Fine, he'd transmigrated. But what kind of mess had he woken up in? His parents were dead, he owed the martial arts school ten taels in tuition, and his family's entire estate consisted of three mu of paddy fields. The local bully had his eye on it and was practically ready to tear the roof beams off. Carefree, my foot. First, pay off the debt! Fortunately, the sword recognized reason, not people. Its nine sword techniques all came from the Xiaoyao You... Each insight into a technique doubled his cultivation, and each Xiaoyao Jade he collected brought him one step closer to the carefree realm.

From a poor, debt-ridden kid in Qingxi Town to the son of Huang Guanlan, the man who kept the entire Swallowing Heaven Pavilion awake at night, he was robbed, dispossessed, and hunted all along the way. They took his rice, seized his fields, tried to claim his soul, and demanded to know who his father was. But all that fighting over him only made his sword sharper and sharper.

This book's golden finger is fast-paced, the face-slapping is frequent, and there's a satisfying moment every three chapters. Watch a poor kid climb to the heavens one step at a time. Come on in!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.