You Can Still Kiss This Tangerine Face of Mine? [Book Transmigration]

I am Jin Kuangzhu.

At twenty, I came first in all six imperial examinations, riding through Chang'an to crowds who tossed fruit into my carriage.

I swept on my red cloak and strode into the martial world. Ten years of wandering, my sword energy cutting dragons from the sky, until I won the title of greatest under heaven.

At thirty, I married in a candlelit bridal chamber, with a lovely wife in my warm bed and children of my own. At last, I knew the taste of the mortal world.

Then I entered court, rolling through schemes and power struggles to build my own nest.

I was granted the Nine Bestowments, made Prince of Jin, and brought the four seas to heel. The eight directions came to pay homage.

For fifty years, I ruled as regent, my achievements beyond measure.

Now, at the end of my life, I have no regrets.

Now, at the end of my life... You're telling me that back then, I transmigrated into a book?

And it was a cultivation novel, of all things?!

In a world where cultivation doesn't even exist! With less than half an incense stick left before I die of old age! How am I supposed to survive until the story starts three million years from now?!

I... I understand now.

Three million years ago, Jin Kuangzhu was eighty years old and on the verge of death. He plucked a bowstring, attained enlightenment, and became a god on the spot.

His sword rose to split the heavens, creating the Nine Questions Divine Court. He summoned eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight yellow dragons, which became spiritual rain and nourished the Eight Wastes.

His sword fell to cleave the earth. Great bells and solemn chimes rang out as he wrote 9,900 immortal arts. They flew as paper cranes, their voices reaching the Ten Continents.

From then on, spiritual energy arose, virtue and wisdom grew, the winds and clouds stirred, the earth's veins came alive, and demons were born. Spiritual roots were everywhere, geniuses emerged in droves, and a hundred schools contended.

From then on, anyone could cultivate, and every mountain hid an immortal. Immortals could all vie to become gods, and every god revered the Divine Ancestor.

The Divine Ancestor was Jin Kuangzhu.

Three million years. Three million years!

Do you know how I've spent those three million years?

Drinking a little wine, raising little birds, playing with little dragons, nibbling on little fish, listening to little tunes, getting lost in the SpiritNet... and occasionally putting little demons, little monsters, and little gods in their place.

Ordinary, dull, bland, and tasteless.

Sigh.

I'd happily take another dozen lifetimes like this.

Now I'm heading down the mountain to play a shabby old Nascent Soul cultivator and pick up a few kids.

When there's work, the disciples do it. When there's no work, the disciples do it.

Disciples, disciples, work, work, work, work.

What? A traditional master-disciple romance from a Jinjiang cultivation novel? That's definitely not going to happen.

Hahahaha! With this orange of a face, let's see who can bring themselves to kiss me!

W-wait! You can kiss this orange of a face?!

[Reader's Guide]

1. Top-focused, with a harem of admirers. Besides the characters in the main plot, plenty of men and women had secret or obvious one-sided crushes on him during those three million and eighty years before the story.

2. Jin Kuangzhu is bisexual, devoted to one person, and has lived as a widower ever since his wife died.

3. Cultivation setting. He can change between a young and old appearance at will, and there will be scenes where he looks young.

[The premise is unchanged; the blurb is due for revision. Screenshot taken on 2022.11.15]

Theme: Others love your achievements, status, and youthful face. I alone love the brilliant soul beneath your aged exterior.