Max-Level Defiant Disciple: Master, Don't Trample on My Filial Devotion

Gu An brought his maxed-out cultivation and god-tier warehouse with him when he transmigrated into the cultivation game he'd spent five years grinding.

After working too hard to fight monsters in his previous life, all he wanted this time was to be a lazy loafer, cling to his aloof, otherworldly sword immortal master's coattails, and be a well-behaved disciple who paid his respects on time every day.

His master hit a bottleneck? Gu An casually pulled out a hundred-thousand-year-old immortal herb. "Master, I picked this weed in the back mountain. Want to try some?"

His master was ambushed? Gu An secretly wiped out a hundred thousand demonic troops with one sword, then said sweetly, "Master, it looks like they were struck down by divine retribution."

Little by little, the aloof master started looking at him in a completely different way.

"My disciple was willing to give me a hundred-thousand-year-old immortal herb. He must love me!"

"My disciple even triggered heavenly punishment for my sake. He must be madly in love with me!"

Then one day, his ice-cold master dressed in red and cornered Gu An against a wall, her eyes sparkling. "Good disciple, I've thought it over. The rules of society can't keep us apart."

Gu An was flabbergasted. "Master, stop! Don't trample on my filial devotion!"

Worse still, as the main plot progressed, a scheming demoness, a reborn empress, and an arrogant junior sister all came rushing over with swords drawn. "Gu An is mine! Draw your sword, old woman!"

Gu An sighed. "What's the point of all this fighting? I really just want to quietly be a good disciple!"