My Daughter Is a Cautious Saint Reborn, and I Can Hear Her Thoughts

Can I, a transmigrator, actually hear the thoughts of my reborn daughter? And she’s a big shot in the Daoist sect? I’ve never been a father before! What? My daughter is a socially anxious big shot? Cool and aloof, putting survival first, and caring about no one except me, the father she respects and cherishes above all others? What? I’m going to die next month? With no other choice, transmigrator Zhen Xian sets out on the path to save himself. Fortunately, his daughter holds a position of great prestige in the Daoist sect. She passively learns the major events of the coming decade, the whereabouts of rare treasures, palace secrets, and the truth about ancient times. Whatever my daughter knows, I know too. Zhen Xian presses on to the very end. When he looks back, the sword in his hand has already swept away every enemy. His daughter, a big shot in the Daoist sect, wonders, “My father is actually this capable? Could he have always been an extraordinary man, and only now become what he was meant to be?” Zhen Xian looks back on the past and lets out a long sigh. “If life hadn’t forced my hand, who would want to be so talented and capable?” By then, Zhen Xian stands atop mountains of bones, at the true pinnacle of the human world.