Jiang Xun transmigrated into a supernatural world where Taoists were everywhere and evil ghosts were as common as dogs.
A hell-level start? No, he’d landed a perfect hand from the start!
The old sect leader of the Qihuan Sect took him in and raised him like his own son, only for the Maoshan Sect Leader to snatch him up as a direct disciple soon after.
Uncle Jiu was his senior brother, Ao Tianlong was his big brother, and even Shi Jian had to treat him with respect.
Other people trained through hard work, but the Great Dao favored him: he could stumble upon secret manuals just by walking around.
Others risked their lives in magical battles, but he had an annual god-tier lottery. A casual draw could give him a divine weapon powerful enough to crush everyone.
Jiang Xun’s life goal was simple: enjoy good food, wait for death, and occasionally lend his senior brothers a hand.
But reality wouldn’t let him
The Red-Robed Fire Ghost dropped to its knees and begged for mercy as soon as it saw him.
The Zombie King Jiang Chen turned and ran at the sight of him.
Even the King of Hell came to deliver gifts in person, begging him not to tear down the Underworld.
Looking at the barrier between the Three Realms that he had accidentally smashed through, Jiang Xun nearly cried.
“I told you, I just want to slack off! Why are you all so weak?!”
It felt like the front and back were very confusing. It was obvious that he knew Shi Jian, Uncle Jiu and Taoist Master Simu from the front, but it was like they knew each other all over again in the back.
I feel like I'm playing a low-quality online game. How come it's so awesome? It's so bad.