I may be the most miserable chosen one in the history of transmigration.
From the start, I landed in the Hehuan Sect, where all the demonic women were waiting to drain my pure-Yang Daoist physique dry.
My senior sister knocked on my door at night. “Little junior brother, let big sister teach you a dual cultivation secret art~”
My master gave me a sultry look. “Good apprentice, you were born to be a cultivation furnace.”
Then one day, I invited them all to admire the results of my cultivation with a cheerful smile.
Everyone stared at my smooth chin and increasingly high-pitched voice, lost in thought.
“Does anyone still want to drain my essence now?”
Just as the demonic women fled in a panic, I raised my pinky and formed a sword seal.
The fragments of the Sunflower Manual began circulating wildly inside me.
If I couldn't escape being drained dry, then I'd become the Hehuan Sect's greatest cross-dressing master!
“Senior sisters, isn't it my turn to drain your essence now?”
