I’m a Dignified Mahayana Saint, and You’re Using Me as a Hot Water Bottle

[Fantasy, Wild Imagination, One Female Lead, Satisfying Read]

Also known as: "I'm a Peerless Sword Maniac. Isn't It Perfectly Reasonable to Use an Immortal Sword as a Brick to Beat People?"

After transmigrating as a Mahayana sword maniac and holy son of the Zhaoye Sword Pavilion, Chen Jiujin has a secret: he can't use sword techniques at all. He fights with brute strength, using immortal swords like bricks to smash people. Yet every old monster in the sect watches him with shining eyes. "The greatest skill seems clumsy, and the Great Dao is simplicity itself!"

He planned to coast through life with a permanently deadpan expression, until his body somehow connected to a little straw doll held by an herb-gathering girl in the lower realm.

Wen Ruomian is so poor she can't even eat her fill, yet she treats the little straw doll as her only family. When it's cold, she holds it close against her heart to warm it. Afraid it might get chilled, she cradles it beside the brazier and gently blows warm air over it...

But life for Chen Jiujin, high above in the Nine Heavens, is thrown into complete chaos.

In the middle of a grand assembly, something soft suddenly presses against his chest. Back in his cave abode, his ear is made to tingle by a warm breath. Just as he is about to attack an enemy, his arm flies out on its own and a wild, clumsy punch sends a taunting Daoist prodigy crashing through three walls!

The elders all rise in solemn respect. "The holy son doesn't even deign to draw his sword anymore!"

Chen Jiujin curses inwardly. "You demonic woman from the Acacia Sect! What kind of skill is it to keep groping me every day?!"

Then, when danger strikes in a secret realm, that strange force makes him perform an exquisite sword move. Even the patriarch's broken sword flies right into his hand!

Chen Jiujin looks down at his chest, his expression slowly changing. "Wait... Since when did that demonic woman from the Acacia Sect get so good with a sword?"

Later, when he hears the little girl crying because she's afraid he'll get hurt, the aloof holy son falls completely silent.

Late at night, he sits on his stone bed and stares at his empty chest.

"It's been several days now... Why hasn't that little girl come to touch me tonight?"