[Transmigration] [Demonic Cultivation] [Misinterpretation] [Lie Flat] [Talkative] [Comedy]
Cui Ming transmigrates into the body of the young lord of the Taixu Sect.
Once the greatest demonic sect under heaven, the Taixu Sect is now so poor that even its protective formation is about to shut down.
The rice grains in their watery porridge seem to have stopped by just to say hello. Their mount is a gray donkey that chews on the doorframe, and the Blood Fiend Sect is about to take their seat among the Eight Great Demonic Sects.
Cui Ming just wants to lie flat and avoid getting involved in sect affairs whenever he can.
But the things he says offhand always seem to come true...
When the Blood Fiend Sect comes to force them to give up their seat, he casually remarks, "It's not like that seat is a bowl of food you can serve at the table."
Han Wujie stares at him for a long moment. "The young lord really is different from the rumors now that he's recovered."
When a disciple goes into cultivation deviation, Cui Ming casually says, "Don't panic. Just steady your breathing first."
The disciple's energy settles on the spot. Second Senior Brother Xie Que cries out in excitement, "Young Lord! Your words contain the supreme Dao!"
Cui Ming: "I was just telling him not to panic."
What's even more absurd is that his offhand remarks really do seem to be coming true...
"I wasn't trying to teach you. You figured it out yourselves."
