My name is Li Yu, and I'm the unluckiest person in the cultivation world.
Third level of Qi Refining, 365 tribulations, all failures.
The last one was the worst. The lightning tribulation hadn't even struck yet, and I scared myself to death first.
The good news: I transmigrated.
The bad news: I transmigrated into the very same unlucky guy.
Even worse news: The Heavenly Dao gave me a "protection mechanism." Anyone who gets close to me, insults me, or tries to harm me will randomly suffer a lightning strike, trip while walking, choke on water, get chased by a chicken, or meet some other miserable fate.
The good news: This mechanism is pretty powerful.
The bad news: It doesn't know friend from foe.
So my daily life goes like this:
On the day my engagement is called off, my fiancee gets struck by lightning and ends up with an exploding hairstyle.
On the day I'm pursued, my enemy falls into a cesspit and does the butterfly stroke.
On the day I'm surrounded by onlookers, seven fairies say I "stink like a salted fish that's been rotting for three days."
Wait, seven fairies?
That's right, the Heavenly Immortal Sect, the cultivation world's foremost sect, made up entirely of beauties who keep strangers at arm's length.
They say my constitution is a once-in-ten-thousand-years rarity, and want to hire me as their mascot.
Room and board included, a monthly salary of ten spirit stones, and my own room.
I said yes.
Then I discovered...
The eldest senior sister is cold as ice, but she looks at me like I'm a lab rat.
The second senior sister is gentle and considerate, but she's always trying to draw my blood for experiments.
The third senior sister never stops talking and chases me around every day, asking, "Who's having bad luck today?"
The fourth senior sister... Forget it, I won't mention her. The spirit beast she keeps runs away the moment it sees me.
And what about my cheap junior brother, Lin Dong?
He's happily serving tea to all the fairies while counting how many "senior sisters-in-law" he has.
