Fairy, Sis, Stop Stepping on Me!

When I opened my eyes for the twenty-fourth time and smelled the familiar, unremovable muttony stench all over me, I naturally remembered I had to go tend the sheep. Only then did I realize it had all been one long dream.

[Xianxia fantasy + the Hundred Schools of Thought + spirits and ghosts + some philosophical reflection + emotional entanglements + an ordinary protagonist + ancient qi-refining cultivators + cultivation of the heart]

Oh, wanderer in a foreign land~

“Zhuang Sheng's life and death are lost in a haze; only a broken heart remains from a dream of golden millet.”

“The dream of Southern Ke must end at last; flowers reflected in a mirror and the moon on the water vanish in an instant.”