After transmigrating into a fantasy world of cultivation, Ye Nan discovered that he could modify the attributes of objects. He should have been a once-in-a-thousand-years genius, but instead he went down a path of no return.
His beautiful, hard-drinking master: "Good disciple, have you been practicing diligently lately?"
Ye Nan: "I forged you a Wine God Gourd, Master. It’s really useful. It automatically refills with wine, and its age matches the number of years you’ve been my master."
Ye Nan watched as his master silently took the gourd away. In its place, he found a storage ring containing plenty of high-grade forging materials.
The demonic sword spirit looked at the frail young man and laughed. "You think you can wield me? Let’s keep it simple. If you can withstand the demonic energy’s corruption, I’ll follow you."
Ye Nan glanced through the demonic sword’s long list of attributes, found the one that read "Demonic energy that corrupts the mind," and added a few words: "Has no effect on Ye Nan."
The sword spirit suddenly felt something strange from its own body, then watched in disbelief as Ye Nan drew the demonic sword and toyed with it in his hand.
Sword spirit: ...
One day, Ye Nan stared pensively at the stockings beneath his junior sister’s skirt, then silently changed an attribute so she would feel happy every day.
