The Oddball Genius of the Cultivator World

How can a dropout and street punk make something of himself? “I don’t want to make something of myself.” Qin Xing muttered. But a funeral pushed him into the world of cultivators, where betrayal, obsession, love, and parting all befell this inexperienced young man. Beautiful women, companions, monsters, divine messengers, and factions from every sect pushed him into the heart of the maelstrom and the eye of the storm. “This circle is even messier than fandom. I just want to live a decent life, but somehow... I ended up the strongest under heaven.” As he struggled through schemes and storms, was survival really his only goal? Qin Xing blushed as he looked at the tender expression on the girl in his arms. “Of course not! I also... I also want to win the heart of a beautiful woman.”