I Just Got to Hogwarts and Already Refined a Golden Core

Ling Xiao, a once-in-ten-thousand-years cultivation genius, was ambushed while undergoing tribulation to ascend. A wisp of his remnant soul transmigrated to a world called Harry Potter, where he became a “Mudblood” despised by pure-blood families.

The Sorting Hat said, “I can’t see through your soul. It’s a chaotic sea of stars!”

In Potions class, Snape was still brewing a potion in his cauldron, while Ling Xiao casually conjured a pill fragrant with medicinal aroma.

In Flying class, while everyone else was learning how to make their brooms obey, Ling Xiao silently summoned his flying sword and rode it through the air.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts, when confronted by a Dementor, his classmates chanted “Expecto Patronum.” Ling Xiao merely scoffed, and a strike of spiritual consciousness made the Dementor’s soul vanish.

Dumbledore asked, “Child, what kind of magic are you using?”

Ling Xiao replied, “Magic? Sorry, I don’t know that inefficient way of manipulating energy. I use the Dao.”

Voldemort shouted, “Avada Kedavra!”

Ling Xiao raised a finger, and a golden sword aura split the sky. “Sword, come!”

When an Eastern cultivator arrives in the magical world, so-called wondrous magic is nothing but a crooked, second-rate path. And the so-called Dark Lord isn’t even fit to carry his shoes!