Cultivating is no match for scheming, and getting stronger is no match for binding himself to powerful women, so he decided to stop being a decent person. To the aloof saintess, he was a tragic, kindhearted and gentle little waif in need of protection. To the domineering empress, he was the only person who dared to meet her gaze and understand her loneliness. To the bewitching demoness, he was an innocent, pure-hearted sweetheart she couldn't help wanting to protect. When enemies came knocking, when secret realms held deadly perils, when calamities threatened the world... there was always a delicate hand, aloof, domineering, or alluring, shielding him from harm.
“Touch him? Ask my sword if it agrees!”
Meanwhile, Lin Chen lounged comfortably on an immortal maiden's lap, pondering his next target. “What's wrong with living off women? If you've got what it takes, you can do it too, you loser.”
