Wait, What Kind of Immortal Cultivation Is This?

“Lovecraftian cultivation” + “Brilliant worldbuilding” + “A must-read”

My name is Lu Yuan. I’m a transmigrator who, by a twist of fate, became the senior disciple of Piaomiao Peak.

My eyes can see hidden information:

[This is an ordinary blade of grass, but three days ago, the Empress of Daxia met the True Lord of Nanyang here in secret.]

[Her name is Gu Qingwan. She appears to be your master, but she may actually be your wife.]

So I couldn’t help blurting it out.

The result was that my master shut her doors to me, and my cultivation resources were cut off.

As the senior disciple, I lived worse than the kitchen hands’ dogs.

Fortunately, I had a lovely junior sister.

She was so beautiful that fish sank and geese fell from the sky, the moon hid and flowers paled, and she was kindhearted (ten spirit stones per word; delete the words in parentheses).

Most importantly, she was generous, so my cultivation resources were no longer a problem.

With my spirits lifted and my mood bright, my cultivation steadily advanced.

Before long, I was invincible!

My name is Jiang Yuebai. I joined Piaomiao Peak with an ulterior motive.

My senior brother is sick, and not just a little.

He spends all day lazing about and wasting his time, obsessed with folk games.

He says, “Playing games is cultivation too. Games can create worlds as well.”

Wait, what kind of cultivation is that?