I Became a Powerhouse in an AI World Through Puppet Arts

Demon Venerable Hang Qiao, who rose above countless others with his mastery of puppetry, had long been able to summon wind and rain at will. What opponent could possibly stand against him?

But just as he was about to conquer the Shangyang Continent, a sudden clap of thunder split the clear sky, and a bolt of heavenly lightning carried him away.

The thought in Hang Qiao's mind was: Could this be the tribulation of heavenly ascension?

When he awoke, a man with a cold expression and strange clothes stood before him.

AI: Welcome to the year 374 of the Ninth Solar Dormancy Period. I am your intelligent guide to the new world, serial number 00187.

Hang Qiao: What???

Even in the future, a Demon Venerable had to make a living. After browsing hundreds of job listings with the help of his AI guide, Hang Qiao was devastated.

Hang Qiao: I once swam with merfolk in the South Sea and know a little of their language. Might I be qualified for a translator's position?

As the AI patiently explained that the merfolk had long since gone extinct, Hang Qiao gazed at the AI's handsome, almost human face. A light gradually began to shine in his eyes.

Hang Qiao: Earlier, you said the most advanced technology in this world is what?

AI: AI technology. I am a product of AI technology, an "artificial human" created by human intelligence.

Hang Qiao: I see.

Hang Qiao: A puppet!

AI: ???

So Hang Qiao took the science magazine he had torn up and used to patch a wall just the day before yesterday, and knocked on the door of the world's leading AI research institute.

Onlooker 1: Is this guy crazy? He's a transmigrator who can't even get local residency. And he still dares to apply for a job at a research institute?

Onlooker 2: Didn't he come from ancient times? Why not find a job teaching classical Chinese? Wouldn't that be a cushy life?

Onlooker 3: I hear so many people have come from ancient times lately that jobs aren't as easy to find as they used to be.

Onlooker 4: Where there's a will, there's a way. I have a friend who also came from ancient times to the present. He writes xianxia novels, and now he's married with children...

It wasn't until Hang Qiao appeared in flowing robes on the cover of a science magazine that had taken the world by storm that everyone realized he had not only made it through the research institute's doors, but had also transformed into one of the world's leading AI architects.

In an interview, surrounded by people wearing fluorescent techwear, Hang Qiao stood before the camera in a black robe, his hair black as ink. Like the Creator himself, he smiled and said:

I am not the Creator. I simply believe that all things possess a spirit.

The Demon Venerable is still working hard to adapt to the new technologies that have rapidly developed in this new era!

Xianxia and wuxia come together, the modern and the future blend. Every setting is made up by the author.

This is not a wish-fulfillment novel, and the protagonist will have setbacks.

One-on-one romance. Not every kind of affection is love.

Cover art credits:

[Clover] Duoduo

[Font] Mu Xiaoxiao Zisu

Coming soon: After I Became the Demon Venerable's Medicine Ingredient, I Ran Away

Xu Baizhou, who escaped from a hospital, accidentally transmigrates to a world of immortals and demons. Two exceptionally ugly lackeys, one red and one green, capture him and plan to present him as a birthday gift to the Demon Venerable, who is holding a birthday banquet in the Demon Palace.

And so Xu Baizhou, barefoot and dressed in a hospital gown, is shoved among a crowd of deformed, hideous monsters, lined up to await his fate.

Watching the Demon Venerable, high above in the palace, laugh delightedly and clap his hands in approval at the monsters before ordering his people to toss them one by one into a giant cauldron of bubbling hot oil, Xu Baizhou silently roars: Am I going to be the first person to get eaten right after transmigrating?

But when the red and green lackeys drag Xu Baizhou before the Demon Venerable, the Venerable, who had been all smiles, furrows his truly beautiful brows and looks at Xu Baizhou with a grave expression.

After examining him for a moment, the Demon Venerable says, "This person is strange."

"Strange?" The two lackeys look at Xu Baizhou, then at the other monsters who are also birthday gifts. "Your Excellency, is he strange?"

"Strange," the Demon Venerable says sincerely. "And ugly. I really have no appetite."

And so Xu Baizhou, who had been the campus heartthrob for over a decade, escapes being torn apart and eaten by the Demon Venerable because of his supposedly ugly appearance.

But although he is spared death, he cannot escape suffering. The Demon Venerable has a beautiful face, but a truly perverse hobby.

Eating poisonous mushrooms.

He doesn't just steam, boil, fry, and roast them. He also loves feeding the poisonous mushrooms to birds and beasts, then eating those creatures afterward.

Unfortunately, the Demon Venerable takes the "ugly" Xu Baizhou for a medicinal ingredient and assigns him to eat poisonous mushrooms for eighty-one days straight.

Looking at the red umbrellas and white stalks in his hands, Xu Baizhou starts to miss the red pills and green capsules he used to take in the hospital.

If he eats this stuff, won't he really go meet his ancestors?

Oh, Xu Baizhou thinks, he has already met his ancestors now.

After enduring torment and humiliation, Xu Baizhou finally can't take it anymore. With help from someone in the Demon Palace dungeon who claims to be from an immortal sect, he sets the Demon Palace ablaze and flees.

Who cares about that damn Mushroom Venerable? Whoever wants to serve him can do it. I'm done! I'm off to cultivate immortality!!!

A conscientious little patient who cultivates immortality at the cost of his life X a deranged, mercurial, lunatic Demon Venerable

Theme: Science and technology are the primary productive forces.