My name is Qin Xi. I died and became a ghost, the kind of death where you’re blown to pieces. Then, in a rather clichéd turn of events, I transmigrated to a place called the Cloud Realm, but I was still a ghost...
I was a poor nobody when I was alive, and after death I was still a poor, weak ghost, the kind even a wandering spirit could kick around. With no other choice, I hid in a temple. The little temple’s Earth Immortal took pity on me and casually tossed me a manual for ghost cultivation. My eyes widened as I thought, I, Qin Daxi, have struck it rich! Could this be my old-man golden finger...
