I transmigrated into a cultivation novel as a cannon-fodder male lead.
My biological father despised me, my stepmother persecuted me, I was forced off a cliff, and my fiancée broke off our engagement. This plot was practically set to infernal difficulty.
At the bottom of the cliff, I happened to dig up the coffin of the greatest Sword Immortal of ancient times.
The instant he opened his eyes, heaven and earth changed color. “I have slept for ten thousand years, and someone dares disturb my coffin?”
I calmly pulled out the erguotou I'd brought from the modern world. “Senior, want a swig?”
Later, thanks to Moutai and Wuliangye, I managed to make the Sword Immortal my master.
On the day my engagement was broken off, sword intent filled the sky, and the fiancée who had looked down on me fell to her knees in terror.
My father and stepmother trembled as they bowed to the ground. The family that once treated me like garbage now knelt and begged for my forgiveness.
Very nice, very nice, thank you.