Wu You, who had always been lazy and greedy, and wanted nothing more than to lie flat, had the misfortune of transmigrating.
“I love sleeping in, eating my fill, and indulging my desires. I don't want to be a workhorse, and I don't want to become some big shot. Did Heaven go out of its way to mess with me?”
Looking at his small, tender hands and feet, Wu You finally accepted reality: he'd really transmigrated to a world of immortal cultivation.
For others, transmigration came with the standard perks: a System, an incredible talent, and an easy chance to latch onto a powerful patron.
But he landed in a demonic sect that devoured people without a trace, where he was reduced to child fodder liable to be seized at any moment for sacrifices and alchemy.
He knew all too well that life had been hard even without a powerful backer in his previous life, let alone in a demonic sect where human lives were worthless. With no connections and no talent for cultivation, he was sure to be drained of life sooner or later.
Wu You gritted his teeth and made up his mind: if he couldn't latch onto a ready-made powerful patron from the start in this hellish situation, then the moment he got the chance, he'd cultivate one himself.
Just tell me if it's Ai