Feng Zimo transmigrated to a fantasy world and obtained a Heavenly Secrets Pavilion. He could perceive the heavenly secrets and understand everything in the world; with unmatched wisdom, he controlled the shifting tides of power.
The Old Man of Heavenly Secrets declared, “We’ll use the strength of our entire sect to reclaim our sacred treasure, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion!”
“Do you think I’m stupid? It clearly says ‘Heavenly Secrets Pavilion’ on it.”
“You’re the one who thinks I’m stupid! Did the pavilion exist before you did, or did you exist before the pavilion?”
Feng Zimo said, “They’re so fierce. This isn’t the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, it’s my Misty Rain Tower.”
“Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, you damn thing! You’ve drained me dry!” Feng Zimo cursed. Did the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion think he was just a tool? He’d barely cultivated a little spiritual energy, and it had drained him again. He’d thought he was some kind of Young Master Xu Xu.
Beyond the green hills lies another green hill, beyond the tower another tower; when will the storms in the imperial capital ever cease?
The people of the mountains, the heavens beyond the heavens, the towers beyond the towers, and the imperial throne vie for power. Amid court intrigues and factional struggles, I only want to protect myself.
I've read dozens of chapters and it feels pretty good