[A deadpan, miserly, dirt-poor sword cultivator gong x a laid-back, fun-loving fake young master shou]
Pei Yingchu is a happy rich second-generation kid who loves petting cats while messing around with online friends.
One day, he accidentally stumbles into a strange forum called [Fellow Daoists' Mutual Aid Merit Hall], where everyone roleplays as cultivators, putting on such serious airs that it's hard to tell what's real and what's fake.
[I'm speechless. I finally found someone I liked and wanted to hook up with for dual cultivation, only to find out he's a dumbass who cultivates the Heartless Dao.]
[The seductress from the Hehuan Sect has disturbed my Dao heart. My master suggested I give in to her and then cast her aside to prove my Dao, but I think I've actually fallen for her...]
[I pretended to be a Foundation Establishment cultivator and joined the sect of the person I secretly love, but my master is too slow on the uptake. Is there any way to make him realize his feelings sooner?]
[Lately I've felt like my disciple looks at me strangely. Masters of fellow Daoists, is it normal for a master and disciple to cuddle and hug?]
[Fellow Daoists, does anyone get it? I only found out after sleeping together for ten years that I was sleeping with the Ancestor! Now I don't dare go back to my sect, and I'm almost out of spirit stones. What do I do? Waiting for an answer! Urgent!!!]
Amid all the chaotic, melodramatic love stories on the front page, one refreshingly straightforward post sits ignored in a corner:
[Single metal spirit root. My friends suggested I learn swordsmanship, but I grew up poor and don't want to go back to a life without money. Can you fellow senior brothers and sisters tell me, is it true that sword cultivators are poor?]
Pei Yingchu finds it hilarious and casually replies:
[Don't listen to their nonsense. Today, I'm setting the record straight about sword cultivators! Sword cultivators are top-tier fighters. They don't need magical treasures or talismans, and can feed themselves and support their whole family. There's basically nothing they need to spend money on. A few missions will easily cover the cost of raising a sword. I'm a sword cultivator myself, rolling in money, and I already live in a huge villa thanks to it (photo of the inside of my own villa attached).]
Two months later, someone knocks on the door of his huge villa. Zhu Yuan, who's so poor he has nothing but a sword, silently holds it up in front of him.
"You have to... take responsibility."
*Probably a goofy little sweet romance. I'm writing something lighthearted for a change of pace~
*You can't tell from the blurb, but this is a cliché fake-young-master story where the protagonist transmigrates into a book. XD
Theme: There's still true kindness in this world.
