Tales of Chunyang Palace

Atop Mount Hua, pure Yang snow falls as fellow disciples cross swords in the snow.

The sword tournament is fast approaching. Li Wangsheng believes he is his master Chunyangzi's pride, so he trains hard. In his wildest dreams, he never imagined he would transmigrate.

And the era he has arrived in is the twenty-first century.

He looks at the people in modern clothes, at a loss for words. Just then, his stomach starts rumbling.

A kind stranger gives him a steamed bun and asks, "Are you cosplaying?"

What character are you? You're so handsome!

Li Wangsheng smiles faintly. "Thank you for the compliment. Could you tell me how to get to Mount Hua?"

The kind stranger looks incredulous. "You have to take a plane to Mount Hua."

Li Wangsheng asks, "What's a plane?"

The stranger tells him to look up. "A plane is that thing in the sky that goes rumble, rumble."

Li Wangsheng seems to understand. He draws his sword and says, "Feiyan, take me to Mount Hua!"

Feiyan: "..."

[Reading Notes]

● This is just something I wrote for fun, so please take it with a grain of salt.

Theme: To be added.