A Good-for-Nothing Transmigrates into an Ancient Sage

Sitting in his office, a preposterous thought suddenly crossed his mind: Once he had money, he would pin that hateful female boss to the bed and give her a good grinding, letting her see how it felt to be ground down. Suddenly, a blinding bolt of lightning, sharp as a sword, split the pitch-black night sky and struck straight toward the building he was in. In an instant, Wang Yong felt as if his body had been sucked into a bottomless vortex. Everything around him spun at an astonishing speed, and his consciousness gradually faded. After an unknown length of time, Wang Yong slowly came to. A rich sandalwood fragrance filled his nostrils. He struggled to open his eyes and found himself in an old-fashioned room. The decor was exquisite, every detail exuding both antique charm and luxury. Before he could figure out what was going on, a sturdy young maid, about sixteen or seventeen years old, hurried in. When she saw him, delight flashed in her eyes. She called out loudly, “Brother Ruoshi, you’re finally awake!” Wang Yong stared at her in confusion and instinctively reached up to touch his face. The unfamiliar sensation startled him. He struggled to his feet and staggered over to a bronze mirror. The moment he saw the unfamiliar, delicate face reflected in it, he froze. What was going on? Was this a movie set? Or... had he transmigrated?