Playing Wudang Wang Ye, I Took the Internet by Storm!

Wang Ye transmigrated to another world where sect legacies had fallen into ruin. The thousand-year traditions of the Young Wang Zen Sect, Wudang Taoism, and the Celestial Master’s talismans had all vanished into the river of time, leaving behind only fragments and rare texts that recorded their hazy legends.

From the start, he took on the identity of Wang Ye, the Wudang True Person, and inherited his lifelong cultivation. The stronger the faith and incense offerings of his followers, the deeper his Dao cultivation grew.

“Yin and yang’s Taiji in my left hand, a sharp blade in my right to shatter illusion...”

One morning, as the first light broke, a Daoist in plain clothes rode a green donkey into a sea of neon lights, his gourd swaying at his waist with every jolt. In an instant, he became the center of attention on the street.

“Hey, handsome Daoist! Are you really a cultivator? Are there still people in this age who can fly on swords and ascend to immortality?”

A top influencer from a certain platform, followed by tens of millions, blocked his path with a selfie stick.

“This is the age of spiritual qi revival. We should believe in materialism. There’s no such thing as riding clouds...”

Before he could finish, a sniper bullet fired from three hundred meters away stopped three inches from the tip of his nose.

“Ahem. This is the art of Qimen Dunjia, not an immortal technique...”

Then, on the next full-moon night, by the Broken Bridge at West Lake, a man calling himself Fahai...