The Cold-Blooded Assassin Pretends to Be a Passerby Every Day

[Two male leads + cultivation + transmigration + two powerful leads + lighthearted + steady progression + romance]

Mo Qing, a killer cat with the emotional range of a machine and an occasional knack for snark, × Wenren Bai, a helpful, rich, handsome “sweet, naive puppy.”

My name is Mo Qing. I'm an assassin.

I transmigrated into a cultivation world.

I thought I had the useless-to-powerful, invincible hero's script, but it turned out I had no golden finger, no portable dimension, and no wise old mentor. I never expected that the greatest golden finger would be myself.

I thought I was in a System novel, but the System told me there were no missions or shop. It only tracked affection levels.

I thought I was in a power fantasy for male readers, but it turned out this was a two-male-lead story.

Mo Qing: I'm tired. Let's just get to it.

So Mo Qing decides to start leveling up by wiping out a sect.

At the same time, Mo Qing realizes that the cultivation world he transmigrated into seems a little off.

Transmigrators, people who have transmigrated into books, and all kinds of geniuses gather in one place.

The Eastern Continent is the stage. If you've got the guts, come on in.

If love can be measured in numbers, is it still love?

Later, I learned that the System wasn't there to measure love, but to help us see it.

A little scene from their life together:

One day, Mo Qing grinned and called out excitedly, “Good dog, come here.”

Wenren Bai heard him and covered Mo Qing's face in kisses.

Mo Qing sighed helplessly. “I was calling the little dog I adopted, not you.”

Xiao Bai tilted his head and barked at Mo Qing.

The blurb is written in first person, while the main story is in third person.

This is not an angst-heavy story.

The System is just background detail.

This isn't a super-long novel.

The early part follows a standard cultivation progression.