I, the Strongest Second-Generation Cultivator, Refuse to Be a Sacrificial Pawn

At Qingyun Immortal Sect, on Yuxu Peak, lived a disciple named Ling Chen.

Born into wealth and privilege, he was the only legitimate son of the era’s peerless female sword immortal, who had swept across the world.

But no one knew that Ling Chen had originally been an ordinary office worker on Earth. One day, he died suddenly from working overtime, and the moment he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated to a cultivation world crawling with demons and monsters.

Knowing full well that might makes right in this world, he had spent all his time holed up in his cave residence, cultivating in secret. All he wanted was to gain the power to protect himself as soon as possible and, while he was at it, uncover the truth behind his transmigration.

He never would have imagined...

“Ling Chen! You shameless wretch! You stole my Dao companion and ruined my foundation! I’ll never forgive you!”

A once-famous sect prodigy, now crippled and leaning on a cane, glared at him furiously.

“Ling Chen! All three hundred and seventy-two members of my family died because of you! I’ll tear you limb from limb today!”

A blood-soaked cultivator, eyes red as blood, advanced toward him step by step, a long blade dripping with blood in his hand.

“You stole my candied hawthorn yesterday! My dad is an elder of the Pill Hall! Just you wait!”

A little kid with his hair tied into two buns stamped his feet and shouted through his tears.

Ling Chen was dumbfounded on the spot. “Are you people crazy? I haven’t even left Yuxu Peak in half a year! I don’t even know what you look like! And why would I steal your candied hawthorn?”

Looking at this crowd, ready to take his life without bothering to learn the truth, he finally lost his temper completely:

“Fine! Since you’re all dead set on using me as a stepping stone, I’ll trample your heads underfoot and fight my way to the Ninth Heaven!”