The River of Dajiang, the White of Xiaobai

Introduction to the work: Jiang Bai traveled through time and became the young master of the "Tianxuan Sect", the top sect in the Xuantian Continent. Others who travel through time are useless counterattacks, system additions, and slap-in-the-face upgrades; What about him? You can break through the realm by building a foundation at the beginning, becoming a saint in three years, picking up artifacts while walking, or even yawning. Demon invasion? Destroyed with the snap of a finger. Provocation by Tianjiao? Stare and give in. Treasure hunt in a secret place? The spirit beast came to the door on its knees. Even the alchemy explosion furnace can blast out a holy good fortune pill! Facing this life of cultivating immortals without any troubles and winning all the way, Jiang Bai felt deeply bored. So, he took out his notebook and started writing in his diary: Xuan Yuan calendar X month X day, sunny. Today is another uneventful day. After absorbing the purple energy in the morning, mana +0.0001%. At noon, a family from aristocratic families came to arrange a marriage, but my father refused because he was "afraid of delaying my sleep." I refined the furnace elixir in the afternoon and accidentally made a holy product and fed it to the crane guarding the door. "The River of Dajiang, the Bai of Xiaobai" is exactly the "chronic account of becoming a saint" that Jiang Bai wrote down when he was bored. Here you will see: Others have practiced hard for thousands of years, but it is better for him to take a nap, use the holy weapon as a toy, and use the magic elixir as a jelly bean. There are no setbacks, no powerful enemies, just the protagonist's sincere complaints about "how lonely it is to be invincible". It records the "boring" road to becoming a god from a first-person perspective, with humor and self-deprecation, and frequent golden quotes. While others were struggling to seek truth in the bloody storm, Jiang Bai was thinking: "What should I write in my diary today? Is it to complain about the baldness of the elder sword cultivator, or record the hundredth failed confession of the fairy next door?"