Bai Yu transmigrates, and from the start it’s hell mode: he has the “delicious Tang Monk flesh of the cultivation world” physique, his villainous master has set his sights on him to seize his body, the entire sect is hunting him down, and in the end, Gu An, the aloof senior brother who had nothing to do with him in his previous life, sends him flying with an arrow. Well, not quite: he sends him off a cliff.
Reborn, Bai Yu tears up the script! Looking for a master? He’s got to find the biggest golden thigh around! Chen An, the Yuanxi Sect’s number-one shirker, the Red Dust Sword Immortal: you’re the one!
“Master! Take me in! I eat little, work hard, and I can even cheer you on!”
Chen An: “…Take a disciple? What a hassle. Unless you’ll drink with me. Not that I mean anything by it.”
Clinging to his alcoholic master’s flimsy support, Bai Yu is determined to be a happy couch potato. Unfortunately, the people he owed from his previous life won’t leave him alone.
Senior Brother Gu An has been very confused lately. Why does this new junior brother always look at him with three parts fear, three parts flattery, and four parts inexplicable familiarity? Whenever Bai Yu gets close, Gu An’s heart aches for no reason, as if he owes him several million spirit stones.
“Junior Brother, take these pills.” “Junior Brother, here’s a cultivation manual.” “Junior Brother, stay closer to me… so I can protect you.”
Bai Yu: “???” Senior Brother, your character is falling apart! What happened to that aloof, icy persona? What’s with this sudden favoritism? I just want to cling to a powerful backer in peace. I’m not trying to get together with a guy!
Until one day, the ultimate villain, Qing Yu, arrives with a wicked smile and sweeps him into his arms. “Beautiful boy, come with me. This lousy sect doesn’t deserve you.”
Gu An draws his sword in an instant, his gaze icy. “Let him go!” Inside, he’s thinking: I didn’t come back reborn just to watch you steal him!
Bai Yu, trembling between them: “W-wait! Isn’t the plot supposed to…”
