Chen Ping'an was hit by a Hongyun Logistics truck and sent flying into the world of immortal cultivation.
Other transmigrators start off reborn as Immortal Emperors, awakening divine physiques, with an old master by their side to guide them.
He transmigrates and wakes up in a cowshed, with an old ox licking his face and his family owing three dou of rice.
The good news: he has a System.
The bad news: the System only gives him one trait a year.
The worse news: his beginner's consolation prize is a black trait: [Plagued by Bad Luck].
From then on, the cultivation world gained one person who just didn't fit the usual picture.
Others race to seize opportunities. He first checks whether he might fall into a pit.
Others go into seclusion to break through. He first calculates whether he can stay alive for a whole year.
The prodigies battle, their sword energy sweeping everywhere.
Chen Ping'an huddles in a corner and says, “You guys fight first. I'll wait for my trait to refresh.”
Black, white, scarlet, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, red, seven-colored Mythic...
One trait a year.
One life per year.
Many years later, the ancestor of an immortal sect kneels before him at the mountain gate and asks how he became so powerful.
Chen Ping'an looks at the Mythic traits covering him and falls silent for a long time.
“Mostly because I've lived a long time.”
Comedy + traditional cultivation + trait system + cautious survival
