An Honest Man Enters the Cultivation World

Pre-release: She’s a Slacker Who Meets a Psycho. Please add it to your collection! The blurb is below. On the very first day Song Xi joined the sect, she already had a script for catching her fiancé cheating. Her fiancé, to whom she’d been betrothed since childhood and whom she’d barely met, was destined to fall in love at first sight with the female lead after she joined the sect. He would arrange to meet her at dusk beside Fragrant Flower Creek, one of the sect’s most scenic spots. Of course, it was the original owner who was supposed to catch them in the act. She still had feelings for her fiancé. As it happened, Song Xi had transmigrated into a book. She’d transmigrated into a baby at birth, and while she could say she’d seen her fiancé a few times, they weren’t close. He was born into a noble family, had exceptional talent, a steady disposition, and refined good looks. He was practically flawless. Yet even someone as steady as him could be moved by love. A single chance encounter left an indelible impression on his heart. He fell in love, but kept his feelings restrained. He was a deeply responsible person, and the engagement became a shackle that lent a tragic brilliance to this devoted second male lead, who would remain the female lead’s protector from beginning to end. The original owner was the third female lead, and her tragedy was that the person she had cherished since childhood was this very fiancé. Song Xi wasn’t going to catch him cheating to win back his love. The book had mentioned that while the original owner was hiding in the flowers to catch them, she came upon a chance that changed her life. It was what made her the genius weapon refiner she would later become. Her aptitude was mediocre at best. Without these opportunities, she’d never get past the Golden Core stage in her cultivation. There was no way she could pass up the chance right in front of her. So that evening, Song Xi lay in wait among the Immortal Thorn bushes beside Fragrant Flower Creek. She waited until dusk, digging up nearly the entire patch without finding a treasure. Just then, her fiancé really did arrive to meet the female lead, strolling along the path beside the stream. He stopped right in front of her. A little golden cauldron broke through the earth behind the pair, appearing without a sound. Seeing the two of them turn as if they’d heard something, Song Xi sprang out like a tiger pouncing on a lamb. As her spiritual energy guided the little cauldron into her storage ring, she punched the man hard and remembered to deliver the line from the book. “Xie Xuecheng, since you’ve been meeting someone else behind my back, we’re done. Our engagement is off.” After saying that, Song Xi walked away without looking back. Only later did she find out she’d hit the wrong person. Her fiancé hadn’t gone that day. It was the male lead and his cousin who had met there… She’s a Slacker Who Meets a Psycho Song Shijin never imagined that, at the age of thirty-six, just as she had everything in her life under control and was starting to enjoy herself, she would transmigrate. And, of course, she died in the all-too-familiar way: a car accident. She transmigrated straight into a newborn. She was born into a modest family. Her parents ran a small shop in town, and this was also a world of cultivation. At six, her aptitude was tested. A little green sword flew out of the Immortal-Testing Stone, and her parents were so happy they shed tears as they informed their ancestors that, after three generations, the family had finally produced a little genius. But this so-called little genius was only one by the standards of the Song family. At the great sect on the mountain beyond the city gates, the Azure Mystic Sect, she’d rank somewhere in the middle among the inner disciples. The gap between her and a true little genius was quite obvious. The Azure Mystic Sect was only a mid-ranking sect in the cultivation world. The continent also had the Four Supreme Sects, as well as twelve great sects beneath them. The Azure Mystic Sect was governed by one of those twelve great sects. This was a relatively peaceful cultivation world, with fairly abundant resources. Overall, it was well suited to steady people who wanted to work toward a peaceful, happy future in cultivation. Song Shijin was quite satisfied with this world, her life, and her aptitude. She was exactly the steady sort who could work toward a happy life in a peaceful, secure environment. So, on this day, she began the process of finding a master, starting what she thought would be a peaceful, happy life of cultivation, though it would actually have a few little bumps along the way. The only real bump came from the young man who had found an opportunity at the same time as she did beside the Immortal Spring Creek on the day she became his disciple. At the time, they each kept their secret to themselves without saying a word. Later, they became fellow disciples and classmates. The young man was especially clever and well-informed. In the spirit of sticking close to someone powerful, Song Shijin followed in his footsteps and found quite a few opportunities. They also became good friends. She never knew that one day, when disaster struck just before a secret realm collapsed, this “good friend” would pin her to the ground like a madman and bite her shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Then, in a hoarse, beastlike voice, he growled in her ear, “Remember me. If you dare find another man before I come for you, just you wait!” With a malicious, savage laugh, the young man leaped into the forest. And disappeared. Until, during the tournament between the twelve sects, she was out for a nighttime stroll in Jiangcheng when someone suddenly dragged her into a deserted spot and used spiritual energy to pin her against a wall in the dark. An unfamiliar yet equally malicious chuckle sounded by her ear. “It’s me.” Song Shijin knew who this person was. At least half the cultivation world recognized his face, as beautiful as fine jade. He was the young master of a prestigious family, known as the Jade Prince for his gentlemanly warmth and jade-like elegance. Someone like him belonged to a completely different world from hers. She shouldn’t have known him at all. Yet the moment their eyes met, she recognized him at once, even though the two faces were entirely different. It was the brat who’d vanished after biting her without paying back what he owed. She never expected the little rascal to have been hiding behind a secret identity. She remembered clearly that when they parted, he still owed her five thousand high-grade spirit stones. She hadn’t forgotten that debt to this day. Theme: In this life, I only want to stand at the very top and take in the view, even if I have to be shattered to pieces to get there.