Today, the Immortal Lord Is Still Working Hard to Survive His Tribulation: A Tale of a Sword Cultivator and an Onmyoji Taming Each Other
A chaotic chronicle of the cultivation world’s most overachieving honor student versus a professional snark machine
Xiao Jiming, the Tianshu Sword Pavilion’s number-one sunny overachiever, carries a glowing life-bound sword. His daily duties include, but are not limited to, running ten kilometers along a suspended bridge at dawn, cleaning up after the sect’s troublemaking brats, and dodging the provocations of a sharp-tongued big shot from the Jiuyou Sect.
Mo Linyuan, an escaped villain-in-training from the Jiuyou Xuanming Sect, specializes in killing the living with eight hundred different kinds of insults and bringing the dead back to life with them. His catchphrase is, “Fellow Daoist Xiao, that sword technique of yours... tsk.” He always has two fox ancestors in tow, specializes in creating illusions that make people die of embarrassment, and has recently taken up feeding spicy strips to Xiao Jiming’s thundercloud leopard in the middle of the night.
When the cultivation world’s annual KPI assessment collides with the once-every-three-hundred-years disaster known as “Yin-Yang Upheaval,” this pair of fake brothers is forced to team up and clear the trials: fighting over power banks (star cores) on floating islands that drift around, outsmarting greedy merchants in the ghost market, and rescuing the cultivation world’s Meituan, the Qianfan Ferry Trading Company, from the mouth of the Chaos Demon God before it gets eaten.
But things gradually get ridiculous
We agreed to be lone wolves, so why are we fighting back-to-back and unleashing fusion attacks?
We agreed this was only a temporary team-up, so why have our life-bound sword and contracted fox started licking each other’s fur?
Most terrifying of all, Xiao Jiming discovers that the heirloom heart-protecting mirror is actually the weapon suppressing Mo Linyuan, and that an ancient holy son’s second personality lives inside him...
“Can we still break up?”
“Heh. My foxes have already settled into your bed...
