The Age of Cultivation: I Just Want to Be a Nobody

Chapter 1: A Transmigrator’s Daily Life as a Cultivator and His Bizarre Golden Finger

The rough wooden planks dug into Lin Fan’s back. Dust mingled with the sour, musty smell of rotting wood in the air.

He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar darkness.

Spiderweb-like cracks covered the earthen walls. In the corner, the tiny flame of an oil lamp struggled to stay alight, stretching his shadow into a crooked shape.

An unfamiliar weakness coursed through his body. His limbs felt hollow, and he couldn’t summon the slightest bit of strength.

This wasn’t the body of an office drone hollowed out by the 996 work schedule. This was a deeper kind of helplessness.

Chaotic fragments of memory flooded his mind.

Lin Fan.

A branch-family member of the Lin clan in Qingyang Town.

A “cultivation good-for-nothing” who couldn’t even complete the process of drawing qi into his body.

He was no longer a programmer writing code. In this world where strength reigned supreme, he was one of the lowest of the low.

The road ahead was bleak.

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