The new head of the Hehuan Sect takes office and immediately fixates on the dual-cultivation quotas. Watching my fellow disciples scramble to meet their end-of-month KPIs, I, a devoted romantic, quickly packed up and left.
Before leaving, I wreaked havoc throughout the sect. The messier it got, the easier it would be to escape.
A banquet? Flip the tables!
Secret chamber full of pills? Steal them!
A kidnapped male cultivator? Let him go!
Male cultivator: ??!!
A short, ranty piece with little logic.
Looking back at it now, I think it's pretty awful. ( ; _ ; )
If you're curious, feel free to give this mess a try. ( ; _ ; )
Just have fun with it, everyone. ( ; _ ; )
Theme: The protagonist cultivates immortality as he pleases
