This Definitely Isn't the Story I Wrote [Cultivation]

Literary version (contains out-of-character moments, enter with caution). Blurb: A solitary figure stands atop a snow-covered mountain, with dark hair and white robes, beautiful as jade, like a fine ink painting. Zhuang Zhou and the butterfly: was the butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou, or was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of the butterfly? Lin Chenchu has no idea. After becoming the villain in his own novel, he decides that whether the era he lives in is an illusion or reality, he will make the most of his life. All right, should he turn this revenge-and-cultivation story into a harem story, or a farming story? But why has a perfectly good story gone so far off the rails?! ...This definitely isn't something I wrote! A scheming gong who seems unflappable but is even calmer inside / x / a snarky shou whose outward calm hides his inner panic and whose acting skills are terrible Announcement by the resurrected Shuo: I've finished revising Volume One. I'll work on Volume Two bit by bit. I'll keep an eye out for errors. Thanks, everyone, for your support. A new story I've poured my heart and soul into writing. It's funny, it's light and fresh, and it's not too intense! [Push it in~ Ah~] Premise: