Gu Changyuan transmigrates to a cultivation world, max level from the start.
He thinks this is great. At last, he can lie flat.
He spends his days tending flowers in the herb garden, teasing Jiang Qingli, the most beautiful woman from the neighboring sect, and occasionally going down the mountain to buy a spirit chicken for soup. Life is better than a god's.
But some people just insist on stepping all over him.
A Foundation Establishment senior brother comes looking for trouble: Gu Changyuan flicks him away with one finger.
The Tianyuan Sect's chief disciple comes to provoke him: one slap sends him flying off the arena.
The Grand Void Sacred Hall opens, drawing prodigies from every region: he cooks hot pot on the Heavenly Ladder and casually breaks a seal that has lasted ten thousand years.
The entire cultivation world trembles as it asks around: What exactly is the deal with that third-level Qi Refining slacker from the Qingyun Sect?
Jiang Qingli draws her sword with an expressionless face. "Stop asking. He says he's just a farmer."
System: [Don't believe him. Yesterday he sneezed, and the Heavenly Dao cracked.]
Gu Changyuan reclines in his rocking chair, takes a sip of tea brewed by his senior sister, and sighs.
"I really just want to lie flat. They were the ones who attacked first."
