Chu Liuxiang Fan Fiction: Drunk in the Frosty Woods

I'm back! I'll edit the story and fill in the gaps as I go. Fist pump~ In this world, who plays the zither best? Who paints best? Whose poetry is so enchanting it steals your soul? Who cooks dishes unrivaled beneath heaven? Who is so radiant, like the bright moon at the heart of the sky? And who, with a flower between their fingers and a smile, embodies all the elegance of the Wei and Jin dynasties? In the world of Chu Liuxiang, anyone can be a foil to Chu Liuxiang, but the Wonderful Monk Wuhua cannot. His aloofness comes from his father, a Japanese wanderer, while his wickedness undoubtedly comes from his alluring, deadly mother. When a ghostly soul from another world transmigrates into the Wonderful Monk Wuhua, what kind of legend will unfold? Theme: In a world of swords and rivers, I remain at ease.