(This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance is coincidental. If that happens, come help me cultivate immortality.)
Wu Nao transmigrated, only to get beaten up and hunted down the moment he arrived.
I thought my cute girlfriend would come give me kisses and hugs and comfort me.
But she vanished without a trace.
I thought I'd landed in a modern urban story, but people here can set up barriers, for crying out loud.
I thought my aunt was an ordinary person, but maybe put down that huge saber before you say so.
I thought the golden finger would make me invincible. It does, but unfortunately, nothing comes for free.
A blade technique that reaches the divine, upgraded cultivation arts.
I, Wu Nao: cult-killer, wielder of the black blade, master of cultivation arts, martial arts prodigy... surrounded by a whole crew of seriously tough men.
All right, this evil is worth a good chopping.
