Is This Really a Cultivation World?

Zhao Yi has a childhood friend who is seriously ill and always imagines he came from another world.

He's always making a fuss. Is it really so strange that the demon clan has started using electric lights?

These are all studies that aren't taken seriously in our Great Ming.

It seems he's been influenced too deeply by all those stories, to the point where he thinks he came from one himself.

“Hey, honestly, all these strange ideas of yours are giving me a headache.”

“Your worries over Tang Guo's case make me think you're in a sci-fi techno-thriller. When I see you start striving to get ahead and competing with the noble families, I think you're in a political intrigue story. Then you go wherever people are dying and start solving cases, and I think you're in a detective crime thriller. But we're in a cultivation world!”

“This is so hard to figure out. To be honest, I don't even think I'm the protagonist anymore. I just want to coast through life and get by a little more comfortably. I suspect you're the protagonist. If this is a detective story, I'll benefit by sticking with you. In a political intrigue story, I think I'll die if I stay with you. In a cultivation story, I can still get a few perks once you become the Human Emperor.”

“I'm so conflicted. Could that kid Xiao Yan actually be the protagonist?”

Wang Qiang rambled on to himself.

Zhao Yi sighed. “So the teacher was right: psychological problems really are serious. I think you've gone crazy. Are you getting too absorbed in those stories?”