I Cultivate the Heartless Path

Xie Sui transmigrated one day and thought he was the chosen one. So as he grew up, he waited for his family to fall apart, for a System to bind itself to him, or for memories of a past life to awaken.

But he grew up peacefully into his teens, and everything around him stayed peaceful.

Xie Sui: I get it. I'm just an ordinary person.

Being ordinary was fine, too. He climbed trees, splashed around in rivers, and made crickets fight. He played music, practiced swordplay, and went to lantern festivals with his childhood friend.

Then one day, a group of people came to town and took his friend away, saying he had exceptional talent and a destined connection to immortality. His friend followed the cultivators to their mountain, and no one even gave Xie Sui a second glance.

Xie Sui: I get it. I've got the tragic first-love role!

A few years later, Xie Sui received a letter from his childhood friend. The letter coldly explained that they now belonged to different worlds, mortal and immortal, and would have nothing more to do with each other.

Xie Sui: Huh? Where's my script? It flew away before the show even started.

Just as Xie Sui thought he'd never get another role in this life, his father used his money and influence to get him into a small, obscure sect.

Xie Sui, teary-eyed: Dad, you're sending me down a one-way road to becoming cannon fodder.

But what was done was done, and the money was spent and couldn't be recovered. Reluctant, Xie Sui packed his bags and followed his senior brother up the mountain.

Twenty years later, Xie Sui returned after completing his training. (No, wait. He came down the mountain to go home, one hand holding a letter and the other a sword.) After twenty empty years, all Xie Sui had managed was Foundation Establishment. If he couldn't form an immortal bond, so be it. He was going down the mountain to join the mortal world and enjoy a prosperous age.

His dying, gravely ill father sat bolt upright: What are you doing back? I'm not dead yet!

Xie Sui: This is pointless. To hell with cultivation. I'm done.

Theme: Every flower and leaf deserves a moment of appreciation