Infinite Flow: The Sword Cultivator Goes on a Killing Spree

[A revenge-obsessed, pushed-to-the-brink bottom x a grudge-holding, fun-loving top] Shen Pinglan always listened to his master and cultivated the Heartless Dao. He had seen too many graduates of the Heartless Dao fall in love, then casually drag the Three Realms down with them and get struck dead by lightning. So from childhood, he strictly observed propriety, never saved people indiscriminately, and stayed as aloof as a mountain no matter how the outside world tried to tempt him. Just when he thought he could finally ascend, he discovered that not falling in love didn’t count as success after all. Figuring he was about to die anyway, Shen Pinglan cursed furiously. “Heavenly Dao! Last year I ******* you, *******, I *** your ***!” His language was too filthy, so it was censored. Fortunately, Shen Pinglan didn’t quite die. The Heavenly Dao kicked him into the modern world. In his last life, he cultivated the Heartless Dao. In this one, he’d be a happy couch potato. With milk tea and fried chicken gradually corrupting him, Shen Pinglan happily explored the online world. He hadn’t even enjoyed a year of bliss before he was suddenly kicked into a horror game. “...” A major incident shook the horror game: a pretty-boy newcomer was playing dumb while hiding his true strength, constantly terrifying the dungeon NPCs and beating up its bosses. The pretty boy himself insisted, “I really am just a couch potato. They’re the ones... wait.” Tossing aside a bloodstained branch, the pretty boy continued innocently, “They were the ones bullying me. I was just defending myself.” Yan Qichun wiped the blood from his face. “I can testify. Everyone else was bullying him.”