Everyday Adventures of a Mage in a Cultivation World

Xing Chen, 21, had just graduated when he died saving someone. When he woke up, he found himself transmigrated to the middle of a battle between a hero's party and the Demon King. Then he was caught in the shock waves of their fight. When he woke again, he found that he had transmigrated once more, this time to a world of immortal cultivation. He was lying in the grass of another world, with an unconscious girl beside him. The girl was called Shen Ye. She claimed to be the “youngest legendary mage” and said she had once badly wounded the Demon King. Impressive, right? It was, but she had lost her memory and her magic was damaged. The fireballs she managed to conjure were little more than fireworks. As for Xing Chen, an ordinary guy who survived on wild ideas, he had somehow been chosen by the Heavenly Dao and become an “anchor” capable of sensing rifts in space and time. A mage with amnesia, and a transmigrator saddled with a task by the Heavenly Dao. One could only conjure fireworks; the other could only write novels. One would coolly say, “Stay behind me,” while the other hid behind her and shouted, “Your fireball went wide again!” They had no money, no identities, and no idea where to go. They could only hitch rides on spirit-beast carts, sell Earth souvenirs, and make money writing stories. Along the way, Shen Ye slowly recovered her memories, while Xing Chen slowly figured out what an “anchor” actually was. And the two of them gradually realized... Some memories are better forgotten. Some adventures aren't so bad when you have someone by your side. “Shen Ye, what were you like before?” “I can't remember. But I was probably more reliable than I am now.” “Then we're doomed. You're already the most reliable person I know.” “Are you praising me or insulting me?”