The moment Lin Jiqing opened his eyes, he had transmigrated to a cultivation continent.
Other transmigrators either became the chosen hero or got a script about how no one should look down on a poor young man. As for him, he became an utterly ordinary farmer's son.
Watching other people soar through the sky on their swords, Lin Jiqing was so envious he could cry.
He'd barely been there two days when his awful parents arranged a marriage for him.
A blind, arranged marriage. The bride fled the day before the wedding to pursue the path of cultivation. Lin Jiqing had helped her escape.
The next day, though, the wedding procession arrived at the Lin family's gate right on schedule, with music and fanfare. Laughing in disbelief, Lin Jiqing lifted the bridal veil in front of everyone, then froze. The onlookers cried out in astonishment.
Beneath the veil sat not the original bride, but a beauty in wedding clothes, her face so exquisite it seemed touched by the immortals. She looked exactly like the woman of Lin Jiqing's dreams.
The beauty lowered her eyes. "I came here of my own accord."
Lin Jiqing: !!!
Can this really happen?
Their blissful married life lasted less than half a month. The wedding quilt was still warm, the red candles still lit. Lin Jiqing had gone out to earn money to support his wife, and when he returned, he discovered...
His wife was gone!
Damn it! Who kidnapped my wife?!
Lin Jiqing tossed aside his hoe and joined the number one cultivation sect to find his wife.
But why did that aloof, revered master look so much like the wife he thought about day and night?
At the Tai Xu Sect's new disciple selection, all the candidates sat kneeling in the hall as they waited.
The sect's most mysterious elder arrived late, making his unhurried way through the crowd.
Lin Jiqing turned his head slightly.
A snow-white hem brushed his fingertips by chance, and a crisp, snow-on-the-mountain scent drifted into his breath.
It was the sort of...
comfort he could only find in a few pieces of clothing when he tossed and turned at night, unable to sleep.
"Rags-to-riches chosen hero vs. wooden, absent-minded beauty of a master"
"Mutual pining, locked in"
"Farming in the early chapters, cultivation later on"
Theme: Never give up on yourself or others
