“System, I'll say it again: this is a university, not a dual-cultivation sect!”
“And that isn't a ‘sect teleportation array,’ it's the subway!”
“And that isn't a ‘forbidden scripture pavilion,’ it's the library!”
Xu Xian is exhausted. The System he's bound to is not only hopelessly chuunibyou, it's also face-blind.
It insists the aloof campus belle is a “born furnace,” the strict academic advisor is a “Foundation Establishment powerhouse,” and the cafeteria lunch rush is a “Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Souls Formation.”
On this misunderstanding-filled campus, Xu Xian gets stronger while complaining all the way.
Until one day, he casually swings his hand and actually unleashes a sword aura…
Xu Xian: “Wait, System, does a world of immortal cultivation really exist?”
