Transmigrating into Cultivation: My Years as the Heaven-Stealing Demon Lord

[Comedy] + [Trickster] + [Cultivation] + [Single heroine] + [Ridiculous antics] + [System] After transmigrating to the Cultivation world, Chen Buqi only wants to lie low, grow stronger, and live in peace. But then the heavens drop the [Divine Hands System] on him, and its daily missions turn out to be: “Ding! Obtain the Azure Cloud Sect’s Saintess’s underwear within three days. Failure: The Host is sentenced to cosplay for a hundred days, in women’s clothes, without taking them off for the entire time.” “Ding! New mission: Empty the Sword Pavilion’s hidden sword pool. One week allowed. Failure: The Host must run laps around the sect whenever it rains.” Chen Buqi stared at the mission panel, close to tears. “Listen, experts, let me explain! I never wanted to do anything like this. This lousy System is forcing me!” And so the Cultivation world went into an uproar: The sect’s ancient ancestor beat his chest and wailed, “Who? Who touched the coffin board I’ve been nurturing for a thousand years!” The frosty Saintess unleashed a sword aura that swept thirty thousand miles. “Thief, prepare to die!” A peerless prodigy’s Dao heart shattered. “Where’s my supreme opportunity? There was just a huge opportunity here!” Meanwhile, the culprit, Chen Buqi, was crouched in a corner burying his treasures, muttering, “A gentleman has no reason not to love fine treasures.”