In recent years, the cultivation world has been transmigrated into so often by increasingly reckless transmigrators that it has become like a sieve. All kinds of golden fingers have made cultivation more and more competitive.
By the end of it all, Chi You, who had accidentally wandered into a secret realm and failed to return for five hundred years, somehow became the last native left in the cultivation world.
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A lot of major events have happened in the cultivation world recently.
For example, a seemingly frail junior sister wielded a fire poker and chanted strange incantations, holding off a hundred attackers and repelling the invading demons.
For example, a disciple of a sword sect fell off a cliff and found a ring containing an old man with a white beard. His catchphrase was, “My fate is mine to command, not Heaven’s.”
For example, a male cultivator with a beauty mark beneath his eye made everyone around him fall in love with him within a few days. He was an utterly irresistible, airheaded beauty with every charm stacked to the max and countless admirers.
And then there was Chi You’s “senior sister,” hailed as “the cultivation world’s number one beauty,” who was actually a tall man with eight-pack abs and a broad chest.
None of these stories surprised people anymore.
What truly shocked everyone was that there was still a native in the cultivation world! A pure-blooded one!
They looked at Chi You as if he were an endangered species.
Chi You: “...”
*This story is also known as The Competitive Transmigrators and Their Beloved Slacker, Sorry I Didn't Transmigrate, and The Domineering Transmigrator Dotes on Me.*
The gong is the cross-dressing hottie.
(He isn't actually into cross-dressing. He's just a poor wage slave forced by the System to complete missions. The vibe might be something like an honest man's last resort.)
Theme: None for now
