My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed After I Became a Counselor at a Cultivation University

In Year 243 of the Xianzhou Alliance, Beiming, the greatest number-one cultivation university, announced an expansion of its enrollment. At the same time, the ancient Astral Realm, whose opening would determine the fate of the galaxy, was about to open.

The Immortal Alliance held its once-in-a-century Rising Star Selection Tournament at Beiming University, choosing candidates to represent the various factions in the Astral Realm. Young geniuses from every faction would gather there, vying to master the secrets of immortal arts, drawing their blades the moment they crossed paths.

But... why did the recruitment video the university released to promote the tournament seem so off?

Another enormous firework had exploded in the Artifact Refining Department's lab, nearly blasting the entire research building into the Sea of Clouds Observatory. A brief shot of the campus martial arts tournament's final showed a brawl between students from the Medicine and Pharmacology Departments.

The sword cultivators had all fitted their swords with neon-lit tubes, and during physical training they shouted, "Hang in there, darling!" at their gleaming, colorful blades. Meanwhile, the formation cultivators had all gone mad trying to come up with their cultivation titles, some of which stretched from one end of the world to the other.

The new students of the 243rd Immortal Arts Examination, watching the video, fell into deep thought. So the highest institution of immortal arts they'd imagined was actually like this?

Amid the incoming freshmen, Tang Jie, a seasoned quick transmigration worker who had once again restarted the world's code at the cost of his frail health, secretly swore to himself: After working overtime on more than two hundred world codes, he was going to successfully complete the System's vicious villain mission this time!

But... why were there still so many obstacles?

Scenario One:

During a demon invasion, the computer cultivator assistant teaching the class, who was supposed to regard Tang Jie as a mad criminal and stay wary of him according to the script, mistook him for an ally of the demons. Thinking Tang Jie was about to attack his descendant on campus, the assistant was just about to strike at Tang Jie, who stood among the demons, when a voice that sounded exactly like Tang Jie's suddenly rang in his ears:

[I've killed hundreds of demons in a row, so I'm a little tired. But it's fine. If I deliberately get injured later, it'll make those demons lower their guard and draw out more of the ones hiding in the shadows. The students have the assistant there to protect them, so they'll be fine.]

So Tang Jie watched helplessly as the cultivator blocked him just as he was about to fake an injury and draw out the mastermind. A hint of pity even appeared on the face that usually watched the world with amused detachment. "Leave these little demons to me. You've already done enough. You should rest."

Tang Jie: No! Weren't you supposed to think I was working with the demons, hit me with a talisman, then say, "Sorry, my hand slipped"?

Scenario Two:

The young master of Dongming Immortal Arts Technology Co., Ltd. looked down on people like Tang Jie, who mocked students of mixed human-demon heritage. He was just about to snap back when Tang Jie's voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.

[Human-demon, human-demon. Why should you care about someone's background? For one thing, no matter where they're from, they're students at the number-one cultivation university I founded. And what's wrong with being of mixed human-demon heritage? Can't a human and a demon with a normal mind have a child together? I think your brain is the one that's crystalized!]

So Tang Jie watched helplessly as the young master lost his voice. Even after Tang Jie's criminal identity was exposed, the young man didn't kick him while he was down. Instead, he stepped in front of him, shielding him from the hostile stares. "Our principal is the greatest and most worthy of respect. Who do you think you are to question him?"

Tang Jie: No! Weren't you supposed to unleash a tirade and curse me out until I was covered in spit? And how did you even recognize that I'm the principal?

Scenario Three:

The best one yet. The leader of the Immortal Arts Alliance was supposed to kill Tang Jie among the Heavenly Court's clouds. One second, his sword was pressed against Tang Jie's neck. The next, he heard Tang Jie's inner voice.

[I've pretended to be a masked hero and saved you so many times. Now you've made something of yourself and become the leader of the Xianzhou Galaxy Alliance. Once you kill me, your position will be even more secure. This is the last thing I can do for you. Come to think of it, dying isn't so bad.]

So Tang Jie watched helplessly as the leader, who could have ended his overtime mission, threw everything away and shielded him in front of countless factions. He declared righteously, "You've protected me through so many worlds. Now it's my turn to protect you."

Tang Jie: ...W-well, thank you, I guess.

No, seriously, is he ever going to get to retire? He hadn't done a thing in this world code. What on earth were these people imagining?

The World Oversight Bureau's System T004, Xijun, murmured, [Isn't it all because of you, Host?]

Tang Jie guiltily shut his mouth.

His mission was to become a villain and strip the darkness threatening this world of its power. But throughout the more than two hundred world codes he'd been through, Tang Jie had always softened for one reason or another, thoroughly winning over certain characters who should have had extremely high levels of loathing for him. But even so...

Could someone please explain why, in every world code, the students he'd faked his death on and fooled could hear his thoughts, and even share the memories of every world code?

Now the big shots who were supposed to hate him were all full of guilt, building their own funeral pyres and surrounding him to demand, "Principal! Who's your favorite student?"

But his mission wasn't to get caught in a love triangle. It was to become a villain hated by everyone!

Surrounded on all sides by students pouring out their apologies, Tang Jie, realizing he would never finish his mission, thought in despair.

A teacher is one who imparts the Way, teaches knowledge, and resolves doubts. What is the highest form of education a teacher can offer?

To guide destiny.

Tang Jie crossed through the codes of more than two hundred worlds. In countless lines of code, he corrected fate with his own hands, again and again, lifting brilliant souls from the mire one by one, until he had pieced together a future in which everyone could shine.

He had sunk so deep into the darkness, yet he still wanted to save every single person.

Lost souls, undiscovered gems, and geniuses, please don't give up. Someone is traveling a very, very long way just to give you a place warm enough to call home.

And those brilliant souls would never forget the salvation they'd once received. They would point their blades toward the sun of spring.

This was the very reason Beiming University, the top university in Xianzhou, was founded.

[Congratulations, player! Ending achieved: Paradise Beyond the World, Rare All-Characters-Happy Ending]

From then on, the land and rivers were beautiful, starships sailed across the blue sea, and cloud steps led to jade terraces.

Cyberpunk / cultivation university / traditional Chinese arts / Chinese-style mythology / Classic of Mountains and Seas / university cultivation majors / immortal arts technology / poetry as pheromones / a grand competition featuring cultivators from every discipline. I hope to capture the thrill of underdogs turning their fortunes around and of talented youths from every field working together!

A cyberpunk world where Nüwa builds humans from models, Pangu formats the world, and Haotian is a supercomputer. Half interstellar, half cultivation. The Nine Continents are nine planets!

A gentle sun who saves all living beings, a fishing-type principal who seems weak but is actually a battle god, and whose true form is a pink-and-blue nine-tailed fox, an ancient primordial deity. On the surface, he's a criminal exiled to Beiming University to work as a freshman counselor, but in reality...

In short, it's about a diligent old-timer who wants to finish his last quick transmigration mission and retire. After restarting more than two hundred times with a frail-health debuff, he finds himself surrounded by the righteous, doting students he taught, all of them ridiculously powerful and restored to their memories of the worldlines where he'd faked his death. It's the everyday story of "I suddenly became everyone's soon-to-be-departed white moonlight." I hope to make it a story of redemption and healing.

The side plot is inspired by the Harry Potter student trio.

Story idea saved in August 2021.

Theme: Immortals from the higher realm ride the wind back and forth. They ask me if I'm safe.