Golden Light + Sword of the Third Young Master: A Traitor to Heaven's Daily Cultivation Life

Fang Jiuge always thought he was perfect.

As a hardcore shut-in who got winded just climbing to the second floor, he had perfectly become the alchemist the entire sect begged to stay indoors.

As a cultivation-world failure who couldn't escape the pull of gravity, he had perfectly become a handsome young man who could hover a few dozen feet in the air.

As a member of the Fang family, a leading clan of the Eastern Sea, who by any measure ought to be important, he had perfectly become a goofball his own uncle had blacklisted.

As a big shot said to have advanced Linghai Art to a higher level, he had perfectly become a doting older brother who only liked hanging in the sky and playing Chicken Dinner all day.

Yes, the Chicken Dinner from Dragon Gate.

The one where a bird cries out in the sky, a huge pair of wings swoops down, and then there is no more.

It was no secret in the entire martial world of the Great Tang that Third Master Fang, Fang Jiuge, was obsessed with Dragon Gate Chicken Dinner. But everyone also knew that when Third Master Fang played, he just hung in the sky without moving.

Bad at the game but addicted anyway, that's the kind of lunatic he was.

Then one day, Fang Jiuge, who had been a lunatic for three lifetimes, transmigrated again.

Fang Jiuge: It's so safe here. Nobody even attacks me when I'm hanging in the sky. Does that mean I can finally win Chicken Dinner today?

Everyone from Jin Guang: Dream on!!!! And another thing!! You've been hanging up there for three months! Even if nothing else, shouldn't you give your umbrella a rest?