So What If I’m a Jiangshi?

Xiao Zun woke up to discover that he had become the “son” of the Zombie King Xuan Kui.

He knew the original plot. Before long, Yang Feiyun would frame him, and Mao Xiaofang would kill him with his own hands.

If he wanted to survive, he couldn’t follow the script. He walked out of his hiding place and stood before Mao Xiaofang. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

From Fuxi Hall to Lin Jiu’s Daoist temple, from a night when ghosts roamed to Western vampires, a transmigrator struggled to survive in a chaotic age. With a half-human, half-zombie body, he embarked on the path of cultivation, guided by the twin pillars of Maoshan, Mao Xiaofang and Lin Jiu. The former taught him to uphold what was right; the latter taught him self-restraint.

At first, all he wanted was to survive. Later, he wanted to live a little better. And then, he wanted everyone around him to live well, too.

From Zombie Taoist to the World of the Extraordinary, across a century. Step by step, Xiao Zun went from a pawn of fate to the one moving the pieces.