Cultivating Immortality While the System Fights in My Head

Ever since I transmigrated, my despairing heart has found no comfort.

In this world of cultivation, if you don't have a good spiritual root, you're just a good-for-nothing.

At the family tournament, my weakness nearly got me killed.

"Who are you?! How dare you steal the Host I had my eye on!"

"And who are you?! This is the Host I chose. You're not worthy!"

"Both of you, get lost! What kind of ** functions are you, looking for Hosts?! Go home and fix yourselves! Listen up, this is the Master I chose!"

Ever since that day, the voices in my head haven't stopped.

My name is Ye Xu, but I'm not timid at all. It's a simple name that's easy to forget.

Ye Xu: Shut up, all of you! Why are you bickering all day? Can't I take turns using you?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.