I’m Tang Xuan, a PhD in engineering from a top Chinese university, and I’ve transmigrated into the body of Tang Sanzang.
> Right now, a bear demon has me gripped in its hand, its foul-smelling drool dripping onto my shiny bald head.
> It asks if I have any last words.
> I push up a pair of imaginary glasses and calmly reply:
> “According to aerodynamics, the ventilation in your cave is badly designed. The carbon monoxide concentration has reached a lethal level.”
> “Also, your temporomandibular joints are misaligned from when you transformed. I recommend cultivating again from scratch.”
> The bear demon freezes.
> I quietly pull a packet of quicklime from my sleeve.
> “And finally, a little scientific gift for you.”
> “Time to find out what an exothermic reaction feels like.”
