If You Can't Wear It Right, Don't Wear It: How Can You Cultivate Immortality When You're This Weak?

(Feel-good power fantasy + face-slapping + farming + transmigration)

Please, handsome guys and beautiful ladies, give this a look. Thank you all so much. I love you!

The bandit king Yan Wuhui, who had no shame and no regard for masculine virtue; the lazy young master of the Yang family; and Xu Buqun, a prodigy of the Daoist sect.

Shameless as I was, I somehow transmigrated into the body of a useless young master who spent every day listening to music in the brothels.

“Is this really okay? Who goes around digging up someone's ancestral tomb?”

“Hey, we're just delivering justice on Heaven's behalf! Besides, I'm a bandit and you're a thief. Neither of us is a good person.”

“All right, then. Let's bring their ancestor out for some fresh air.”