Jade's Edge Can Part the Clouds

[1. Qi Yi, an unwavering, self-serving true cultivator who cuts down anything in his path, is the gong. Ying Qian, who seems noble and honorable but is actually calculating and ruthless, and puts the gong above all, is the shou.

2. Two male leads, gong-focused, 1v1, happy ending, equally matched, devoted to each other, with the shou more devoted to the gong; a long, plot-driven story; classical cultivation progression and enlightenment; clever, satisfying wish fulfillment; an anti-romance xianxia story in disguise]

In the first year of the Primordial Era, the precious son of the master of Misty Rain Tower, one of the great clans of the Dongling Realm, was born.

Qi Yi, the precious son, lay there in a special infant outfit and stared silently at the sky. A thirty-year-old office drone had been playing a mobile game, watched an ad to revive, and ended up reviving in a cultivation world. Seriously, who could relate?

This cultivation world, built on the foundations of a melodramatic novel, was full of hopeless idiots who would slaughter the Three Realms in a fit of rage over a lover. And Qi Yi’s parents just happened to be high-ranking members of a demonic sect, with faces that screamed villainous cannon fodder. Still a baby, Qi Yi rolled his eyes. This was infuriating. He might as well die.

This is a cultivation world, not a martial arts world. Why are you still dividing everyone into righteous and demonic factions? Get serious and cultivate already!

He wanted to slack off, but he had parents and a childhood friend, and he’d been born in a world where anyone could become a dragon. He wasn’t willing to live a few decades as a rich layabout and then die.

All the tangled grudges, the righteous-versus-demonic feud, and the love-addled supremes who neglected their duties, all of you can go be reborn through the six paths. I transmigrated here for one reason: cultivate, cultivate, and cultivate some damn more!

He’d bring his parents and childhood friend along, punch arrogant geniuses and chosen sons of heaven in the face, kick out the fools with nothing but romance on their minds, sweep aside the melodramatic novel’s protagonists, become a mighty cultivator, and reach the summit of the cultivation world before marrying... Wait?!

His childhood friend Ying Qian smiled. “That’s right. It’s me!”

Qi Yi stared at the sky in silence. “Fine, then.”