Eunuch: The Transmigration Tales of Xiao Zhuzi

Before the eerie blue arc of the particle collision faded, the last thing Wang Tie saw was the horrified face of his laboratory supervisor.

When he opened his eyes again, pain stabbed beneath his ribs, the stench of mold filled his nose, and a palace eunuch was shrieking after him.

Xiao Zhuzi? A palace maid who was his secret lover? An escape through a dry well?

At death’s door, the well wall collapsed, and he fell into a secret chamber belonging to a powerful eunuch from a former dynasty: a pool of clear water and a volume of The Manual of Returning Yang.

The first line read: To practice this art, castration is unnecessary. If you have already been castrated, reverse cultivation can lock in your primordial essence, mend your damaged body, and even… reshape your destiny.

The 985 agricultural science and supply-chain expert held the book, looked at the tuber by the pool that seemed suspiciously like a potato, and smiled.

Growing crops in the Cold Palace while secretly practicing divine arts. This game could still be turned around.

That is, until the “Auspicious Golden Potato” he cultivated drew the attention of the inner court, and that smiling, inscrutable eunuch personally entered the abandoned courtyard of the Cold Palace.

His fingertips brushed over the lush potato leaves. His voice was as slick as a snake’s hiss:

“Xiao Zhuzi, these vines… don’t they look just like the meridian diagram in The Secret Manual of Returning Yang?”