Can Even the World's Greatest Be Thrown over Someone's Shoulder?

[Invincible protagonist + plot-driven + lighthearted + one heroine + sweet romance]

The human world is vast enough for lofty ambitions, and for a life of carefree freedom.

Bai Qi thinks this makes perfect sense. So while his fellow disciples are still caught up in the rat race of cultivation, he packs his bags and heads down the mountain to enjoy the jianghu.

But he soon discovers a problem: why is the world below the mountain just a tiny bit different from what his master told him?

Those terrifying demon lords he heard about? Why do they go down with one sword strike? Are they trying to scam him?

Those mighty great demons, supposedly so imposing they can shake the soul?

Bai Qi looks at the demon in front of him, trying its hardest to act cute, and pulls out a portrait.

“Is this you in the picture?”

“That's me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I'm sure. I was thinner back then.”

Bai Qi: ???

He understands now. There's nothing down the mountain that can't be settled with one sword. And if there is... then two swords should do it...

The serious version

Beneath the moon, a cat demon's tail dangles from the eaves.

At the city gate, a wandering Daoist carries a white bone banner on his shoulder, its bells jingling with every step.

In the desert, a lone column of smoke rises as a prisoner sentenced to exile in the northern wastes walks beside the guards, one fading sunset at a time.

In an ancient monastery lit by green lamps, a woman smiles as she delicately holds up a flower before the Buddha.

On painted pleasure boats, a beautiful Reaper plays at applying rouge; beneath the Moonken Tower lies the soil of the Yellow Springs.

At the end of a long street, a girl in red stands on the chest of a boy in white and laughs as she asks, “Can even the greatest fighter under heaven be thrown over someone's shoulder?”