[No System + Silly Comedy + Light Ensemble Cast + Genius Protagonist + Professional Protagonist-Tormentor + No Friendship Without Roasting Your Fellow Cultivators + Slow Burn]
After his death, Bai Yiwu is lucky enough to transmigrate and gain a second life on the Saint Continent. But why is the world of cultivation nothing like he imagined?
What does it mean for a demonic cultivator to follow the righteous path? And what does it mean for a proper demonic cultivator to want nothing to do with the world?
You, the music cultivator fairy, watch your image! Don't use your erhu as a club to beat people into submission!
“Baguamen News Flash! Baguamen News Flash!”
“Fellow sword cultivators have held steady at the top of the bachelor-rate rankings for a thousand years! Congratulations! Congratulations!”
Looking at the sword in his hand, Bai Yiwu suddenly felt it wasn't so appealing anymore.
Maybe he should become a jack of all trades? If he dabbled in everything, he wouldn't be a pure sword cultivator anymore. Surely that curse couldn't fall on him!
As he continued cultivating, he realized that the cultivation world, already a little crooked, was getting more and more warped thanks to him.
Later on:
“As the saying goes, calamities live for a thousand years. Perhaps Heaven thought the world had been too peaceful, so it let Bai Yiwu scrape by for a whole millennium.”
Just as the storyteller reached this point, the sound of a table being flipped came from below.
“I'll sue you for slander!” Bai Yiwu had meant to disguise himself, play the fool, and catch his enemies off guard. But he lost his temper before he could stop himself, and a few people carried him away for disturbing the peace.
