I transmigrated as the weakest treasure-hunting rat in the Primordial World, and was supposed to be swallowed whole by some great demon.
Then Sect Master Tongtian opened the Treasure-Splitting Cliff to take on disciples. As countless treasures rang out in unison, I happened to sneeze.
The sect master excitedly picked me up. “This child has stirred the resonance of countless treasures! He shall be the first disciple of my Interception Sect!”
Looking at the fearsome figures below, including the Three Cloud Sisters and Zhao Gongming, I curled up in the sect master's sleeve and played dead.
Then the Investiture of the Gods calamity drew near, and I was forced into action. “Listen up! Starting today, the Interception Sect is adopting a 996 work schedule!”
“Senior Brother Duobao, why did the Sword of Immortal Slaying grow so much sharper after you chewed on it?” “Oh, I happened to add a modern chemical formula while grinding my teeth.”
“Senior Brother, why is Senior Sister Guiling's tortoiseshell covered in little ads?” “Those are defensive runes! The latest Primordial World nanotechnology!”
When the Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi led the Twelve Golden Immortals to attack, I pulled out a megaphone and played Good Luck Comes on repeat.
When Sect Master Tongtian discovered that not a single Interception Sect disciple was listed on the Investiture of the Gods, I was using the Chaos Bell to cook hotpot for the whole sect. “Don't panic. Let's start by swishing some qilin meat in the pot. Defying fate? Easy as pie!”
What the hell is written
Too many repetitions in the text