Jiang Zhulang transmigrated into an unfamiliar world and became a proud sword cultivator.
An old man in this world told him he had extraordinary bones and was destined for greatness. Jiang Zhulang nodded, suddenly understanding: he had the script of a domineering, heaven-blessed male lead!
Unfortunately, Jiang Zhulang had no interest in the usual tropes of leveling up, breaking off engagements, face-slapping rivals, and building a harem. Blessed with a wealth of talent, he wandered the immortal mountains like a grocery market, spent his days teasing cats and dogs and sleeping, and treated his transmigration as a huge open-world exploration game. Whenever he had nothing better to do, he watched the leveling-game players fight and kill each other.
Until one day, at the sect tournament, he spotted a childhood friend in the crowd, the only one with the same casually stylish short hair as his own amid all those flowing long locks.
They clasped hands and stared at each other through tear-filled eyes. "Holy crap, what are you doing here too?!"
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Jiang Zhulang transmigrated while camping with his friends.
There were nine people in the camping group. Now he had transmigrated, and so had his childhood friend. By the same logic, the other seven might be here too!
Sure enough, some people are a mess when gathered together, but stars scattered across the sky when apart.
Through the tireless efforts of Jiang Zhulang and his childhood friend, they eventually found their friends. Friend A had made a fortune running a grand restaurant in the mortal realm.
Friend B was improving crops and using technology to save people from famine.
Friend C had thrown themself into the fray to stage a coup in the demon realm.
Friend D had already become the cultivation world's top female celebrity through advanced marketing, with countless fans.
...Well, what else was there to say? Why go home to be wage slaves?!
Let's just have modern people take over the cultivation world!!!
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Lin Xianxue, the Frostglory Sword Venerable, was aloof and proud, like an immaculate flower atop a snowy mountain. Without a doubt, he was the number one cultivator in the world. After centuries of keeping to himself, one day he finally deigned to take a disciple.
This disciple was incredibly talented, yet had no interest in cultivation. He spent his days playing dumb and slacking off, saying strange things and doing strange things, and even used his sword as a fire poker!
A person like that, lowering the dignity of sword cultivators, was a disgrace to them. Every day, he tested the Sword Venerable's limits. Everyone was waiting to see when the Sword Venerable would cast this disgraceful disciple out of the sect.
Until a change in a secret realm left cultivators inside dying in droves, while not a single person outside dared to go in and save them. Only the Frostglory Sword Venerable drew his sword and entered alone, risking the loss of his cultivation, even death and the destruction of his soul, to carry his battered disciple out of that hell.
Then everyone understood:
It wasn't that the disciple was unruly. It was that his master indulged him.
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At the time, Jiang Zhulang was covered in blood and thought he was sure to die. All he wanted was to play the tragic protagonist one last time before he went.
He happened to spit up a mouthful of blood, and the atmosphere was just right. Bringing all his acting skills to bear, he leaned weakly against Lin Xianxue and gave the final performance of his brilliant life:
"A-Ming..."
He audaciously called his master by his childhood name:
"I can't walk the road ahead with you anymore. You have to stay strong on your own. My estate, aside from odds and ends, includes three jars of fine wine in the hidden compartment in my room. Keep them as a memento... A-Ming!!"
Jiang Zhulang only wanted to see the wonderful expression on his cold-faced master's face, and to pull a cheeky stunt that would leave a lasting impression on the life of this sheltered native. Who knew Lin Xianxue wouldn't react at all? He merely lowered his eyes and glanced at him, his gaze devoid of joy or sorrow.
"You broke the rules by drinking. Once your injuries heal, go accept your punishment."
"?" Jiang Zhulang's vision went black.
What a mess... You should've told me I wasn't going to die!!
How am I supposed to live now!!!
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A spirited, laid-back, chuuni, goofy, cuddly cow cat bottom
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A lofty, aloof, indifferent, ascetic top who is fiercely protective of his own
Transmigration, group transmigration, ensemble cast, everyday cultivation, master and disciple, older top*
One-on-one, devoted to the bottom, happy ending
2026-8-26
Theme: Live well
