The Outcast: I, Zhang Zizai, the Unwilling Zhang

I transmigrated into The Outcast as a little Taoist priest and bound myself to the Heaven-Defying Comprehension System.

I read the Golden Light Mantra and grasped it on the spot. My golden light transformed into a dragon and drained the entire temple dry.

The Old Celestial Master summoned me for questioning. I panicked, saw through the mind-calming formation, and swiped a wisp of his qi.

At the Luotian Grand Ceremony, I faced Zhuge Qing. “Your Qimen has a weakness three inches to the left.”

He unleashed his full strength in one strike. I raised a hand and broke through it, draining all his qi in the process.

Now, the entire world of the supernaturally gifted is hunting me down as “Zhang Huaiyi's grandson.”

Wang Ye gives me copper coins to steady my nerves, Feng Baobao says I'm “really hungry,” and Zhang Chulan looks at me like I'm a monster.

All I want to say is: Please, I really can't control these damn epiphanies!

Until the truth behind the Jiashen Rebellion unfolds before my eyes, and I realize that this talent I can't control is the most dangerous pawn in a century-spanning game.