Shen Fang transmigrates into the cultivation game he designed himself, becoming a good-for-nothing in the Profound Heaven Sect who has been demoted to the servants’ quarters.
A crack in his heavenly spirit root? Fix it.
A cultivation technique with zero proficiency? Max it out.
The fairies’ affection levels… Hmm?
That Junior Sister Su who’s coming to cause trouble has an innate bewitching constitution with an awakening rate of 23%? Raise it straight to 100%.
That night, Su Qianyun, usually as cold as ice, knocks on his door, cheeks flushed and voice trembling:
“What… what did you do to me?”
Shen Fang leans against the doorframe and gives the developer panel in his hand a wave.
“Don’t rush. This is only the beginning.”
