I Have a Vine

Yan Bai hit his head on a potted succulent on his desk and somehow transmigrated into a strange world of cultivation.

He farmed a spiritual field in a village, diligently tending the giant vines that supplied nutrients to the Upper Realm.

But every giant vine in his garden turned out to be somebody important, like a young sect master or a crown prince, and they were all arrogant and high-handed.

One vine deliberately tripped Yan Bai.

Another sprayed black juice all over him.

Yan Bai wasn't about to put up with it. He unleashed the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, showing no mercy with any of them.

The giant vines flew into a rage and threatened to call their ancestors to deal with him.

Soon, the ancestors of the major sects in the Upper Realm arrived after hearing the news.

The giant vines pointed at Yan Bai. "Ancestors, he's the one who bullied us!"

But the moment the ancestors saw Yan Bai, they didn't get angry. Instead, they burst into tears.

The ancestor of the Xuan Zhen Sect was so excited he could barely contain himself. "Village Chief, I'm the wisteria you raised back then. Do you remember me?"

Wisteria? Yan Bai had more than a dozen vines at home, and there really was a wisteria among them.

The ancestor of the Qian Long Sect wept openly. "Village Chief, I'm that mischievous white vine who never listened. You always treated me so well."

The ancestor of the Qing Feng Sect scoffed. "I'm the cleverest green vine. The Village Chief liked me best and treated me the best. Don't go bragging!"

The giant vines: "..."

Yan Bai was thoroughly exasperated.

Then he noticed a calm, handsome young man standing among the old vines. He hadn't said a word, only gazed quietly at Yan Bai.

The ancestors of the Upper Realm crowded around the young man as if he were the moon surrounded by stars. It seemed he was their leader.

Yan Bai asked him, "And you? Who are you...?"

The young man said nothing. A long, curling vine silently wound around Yan Bai's waist and pulled him to his side.

Yan Bai: "?"

Hey, buddy? You're really going to play like this in broad daylight?

"Xiao Bai doesn't remember me," the young man said in a cold, resentful voice, like a wronged husband abandoned for a thousand years.

"That's all right."

"I'll make you remember."

Yan Bai: "?"

Wait, are you serious?!

Written on May 17, 2026

Theme: Respect the old and cherish the young