Du Zisheng is a novelist, though not a particularly famous one.
I, Bai Tianming, am his good buddy, and whenever he releases a new novel, I'm always the first to get a sneak peek!
But later, when things weren't going well in my life, I got drunk and crossed the road. Unlucky me, I was hit by a truck that couldn't stop in time. Meanwhile, he happened to be hugging a telephone pole and getting cozy with it, so just like that, I was gone...
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in another world. And not just any world, but a world of cultivation!
I had transmigrated into someone with the same name as me. After combining my memories with those of my new body, I realized this world was strikingly similar to one of Du Zisheng's novels. After checking again and again, I was sure: I'd transmigrated into my buddy's book!
I could have relied on my thorough knowledge of the plot to reach the supreme Dao.
But just as I was getting excited, Du Zisheng's anguished voice rang out in my mind:
“Tianming, I'm so sorry!!! I should've listened to your advice and gone for a foot bath. If we hadn't gone to the bar, this never would've happened! It's all my fault!”
I heard Du Zisheng sobbing. At that moment, he was kneeling in front of my tombstone.
But listening to his wails made me very happy, and I tried to talk to him:
“You little brat!!! Your dad isn't dead yet!!”
Du Zisheng was stunned. “Tianming!! Is that you, Tianming?!”
The plot was already completely off the rails.
From then on, in the cultivation world, I had an unmatched backer.
...Hahaha, in the future, I'll definitely have a place among the very strongest in this cultivation world!
