[Honghuang] [King of Keeping a Low Profile] [Comedy] [Scheming] [????]
A young man transmigrates into Honghuang as an Innate Gourd Vine. He gives himself the grand name “Cang Qingteng,” only to have the Three Pure Ones trample his tendrils and fierce beasts chew his leaves from the start. He realizes at once: a grand name won’t keep him alive. Pretending to be a coward is the true path!
From then on, Kunlun Ruins is home to a vine that’s timid to the extreme. Whenever he sees a big shot, he droops his tendrils and pretends to be dead. Whenever conflict breaks out, he covers his head and begs for mercy. Even the gourds he grows are all style and no substance: the “Heaven-Piercing Gourd” can’t stop an army, only mosquitoes, while the “Fiend-Quelling Gourd” can’t suppress evil spirits, only make people’s legs go weak.
He secretly takes human form as a timid young boy, clinging to the Sages with a sweet, childish voice while filling a “little black book of Honghuang” with grudges. He scavenges for treasures during the Dragon-Han Calamity, stirs up trouble during the War of the Lich Tribes, and plays innocent at the Investiture of the Gods altar. Only when fiendish gods from beyond the heavens attack does he finally shed his coward’s mask. Controlling countless vines, he roars, “I am Cang Qingteng! Who dares lay a finger on me?!”
The Sage: “??? So the biggest coward was the greatest big shot all along!”
This novel takes the "root tree" as its guide and unfolds a scroll of symbiosis that spans two realms and runs through the galaxy. From the buds sprouting in the southern region to the giant trees embracing each other in the source world, every detail is steeped in a profound interpretation of "acceptance" and "symbiosis." Living creatures use fish letters to communicate their feelings and wine jars as appointments, seeking resonance among differences and building bridges between barriers. From the trial of the first integration of two worlds to the grand scene of the spring of all worlds, there is warmth between the lines - the roots are not only entangled with the land, but also the people's hearts; the branches and leaves spread not only vitality, but also civilization. In the final chapter, the stars share spring, with a long aftertaste, just like the sentence "The sound of spring has filled the stars", which expresses the true meaning of simplicity: where we share the same heart, we share the same spring.