After transmigrating to the cultivation world, he spent hundreds of years training and finally survived his tribulation
only to be struck by the final bolt of lightning and sent back to the modern world.
Shen Fei: “Heaven, are you messing with me?”
And things got worse: the world had changed, paranormal horrors were everywhere, and humanity was on the brink of extinction.
But that was fine. He knew how to do it all.
Talismans? He could draw them with a ballpoint pen.
Alchemy? A pressure cooker.
Formations? Just arrange a circle of shared bikes.
The monsters from other worlds were all small fry to him.
Except for that cold-faced young master with sinister energy in his body. Not only could Shen Fei not beat him, he couldn't help wanting to flirt with him.
He said, “It's just a business deal,” but the tips of his ears turned bright red.
Shen Fei: “Stop pretending. I know you peek at my Moments.”
Lu Chen: “...Get lost.”
