After working overtime for half a month straight, office worker Yu Weixun was finally about to get a promotion and raise.
He stood up after using the toilet, got dizzy from low blood sugar, and cracked his head against the door handle.
He died from the fall.
Bare-assed. He died bare-assed.
When he opened his eyes again, he had transmigrated into a penniless orphan in a cultivation world. He lived in a drafty mud-brick house, wore patched-up rags, and worried every day about where his next meal would come from.
Yu Weixun covered his face in despair. "Heaven, do you have it in for me? I hadn't even received my raise! And I died with my butt naked!"
He resigned himself to settling in a small mortal town, scraping by with odd jobs and writing letters for people. Just as monster-related murders began occurring frequently in town, a sect of immortals descended to investigate. At first sight, Yu Weixun fell for Gong Dai, the Sword Venerable leading the disciples on their field assignment:
So beautiful it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman, cold as frost and snow, noble and fastidious. When his silver-white robes swept through the dusk, he looked like an ink painting signed by its artist.
Yu Weixun's heart skipped a beat on the spot.
In a rush of passion, he thought: I want to cultivate immortality. I want to take him as my master. I want to pursue him.
From the mortal entrance exams to the immortal sect's trials, Yu Weixun charged ahead, using modern tricks to outwit everyone and seize the top spot. In front of the crowd, he pointed at Gong Dai. "I want to take Gong Dai as my master."
He was the youngest of the four disciples in his master's sect, but his master's affection was reserved for him alone.
Pills, handkerchiefs, personal guidance, and endless indulgence. He confessed his love in secret 108 times, but Gong Dai, who had kept his heart pure and desireless for millennia, took it all for ordinary closeness between master and disciple. He was so slow to notice that he didn't even realize his own heart had stirred.
Yu Weixun: I've been making all the moves for so long. I'm tired.
Then the transmigration System presented him with a choice: return to the modern world and reunite with his family.
Yu Weixun left without hesitation.
The Sword Venerable, usually as distant as frost and snow, broke through his restraint overnight and roamed the ends of the earth with sword in hand.
It's really good to read, it has the feeling of a long stream of water, and it has a sense of rhythm (apologies for my poor expression skills)... In short, I highly recommend this book, go for it! Xiaoyu's character design is awesome!
The author's writing style is very gentle and comfortable, and the narrative rhythm is neither urgent nor slow, giving it a sense of a slow and steady flow. I hope this book will be popular! 😘😘😘
The plot is quite interesting, I think the characters are all cute, I like it🥰The writing is good, the descriptions are very delicate, I like it🥰🥰
It feels very good, I hope the author will do more