Straightforward blurb:
An ordinary apothecary unexpectedly witnessed a famed Taoist hero leap from a cliff. In a rush of passion, he flung himself forward to save him, only to become a human cushion and lose his own life for nothing.
When he woke, the apothecary discovered he had borrowed a corpse to return to life.
He inherited more than the Taoist hero's body. He also inherited the man's fame and status, becoming the most celebrated figure in the mystical sects across the land.
The man who had owned nothing seemed to suddenly have everything.
Just then, though, he realized...
There was something a little off about this Taoist hero.
Silly blurb:
The protagonist was reborn in a max-level character's body and was overjoyed.
Then he discovered the character was fake, all show and no substance, and he was plunged into despair.
Worse still, in three months he had to attend a Taoist debate, and the fake high-level character was about to be exposed as a weakling. To live up to the character's image, he had no choice but to grind levels.
But...
That brilliant rising star from the neighboring mountain came to ask him for advice every day! And not only did he want advice, he wanted to spar with him!
If I had the skills to spar with you, would I still need to get up at dawn and stay up late training myself to death, brother?
Being a Taoist hero is harder than selling flatbreads! A flatbread seller only has to work 996, while I have to cultivate from 007!
This apothecary quits! (throws a fit)
Theme: An exploration of whether a person's outward achievements and the goals they pursue necessarily have any connection to their inner happiness.
