Fairies, Stop Chasing Me! I'm Really Not Your Dao Companion

On my third day after transmigrating to the cultivation world, I became a temporary worker at the Bureau of Matchmaking Red Threads.

On my first assignment, my hand slipped and I snipped the red thread of the Sword Sect's senior sister.

She stormed over with her sword raised!

"You ruined my romance. How are you going to make it up to me?"

I thought I was done for, but after a misunderstanding, the senior sister turned around and shielded me.

"I choose my own Dao companion. Whoever dares lay a hand on him, I'll kill!"

Before I could deal with the senior sister's ex, the little princess of the demon clan came knocking too.

"You cut my thread. You owe me an explanation!"

The Demon Path's holy maiden followed with a blade in hand, insisting that I'd ruined her path of ruthless cultivation!

A princess of the dynasty, an immortal maiden of a sect, a celestial official from the Heavenly Court: one after another, they came to my door demanding answers.

Other cultivators rely on their spiritual roots. I cultivate by snipping threads.

These female cultivators came looking for me over just one thing: they wanted me to sort out, one by one, the romantic ties I'd accidentally cut.

With more and more creditors piling up, all I could do was pick up my golden scissors.

A forced marriage pact? Snip!

A thousand years of heartbreak? Snip!

The Sword Venerable's path? Snip that too!

Years later, I became a renowned matchmaker across the Three Realms!

"Immortal maidens, stop chasing me! I'm really not your Dao companion!"

All the women laughed coldly in unison.

"Your red threads are all in your hands, and you still think you can run?"