I'm at the God Transformation stage, yet my Foundation Establishment junior sister is guilt-tripping me?
I just transmigrated here, and found out that the junior sister had pretended to be weak so the original host, the senior sister, would give her the life-saving medicine?
And she'd brought a bunch of fellow disciples along to guilt-trip me?
I'll just take them all out in the Great Wilderness ***!
Wait, wasn't I a man?
Let's overlook a few minor details.
Are these little punks sick in the head? Do they think I'm some brainless heroine from a romance novel? Guilt-tripping me? Have you seen my fist, as big as a sandbag, at the God Transformation stage...?
Huh? How did my Corpse-Dissolving Powder end up all over you?
What? When did I ever have junior brothers or sisters?
What? When did I ever have a master?
You must be remembering wrong. There's no sect here. This has always been a plain.
And their deaths have nothing to do with me. Maybe they were allergic to the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
Fellow Daoist, wait! I can tell we're destined to meet. How about coming into my Human Emperor Banner for a chat? It's fine, smoke's coming out? What smoke? Get in there!
This is the story of a male-audience novel's protagonist transmigrating into the world of a female-audience novel and doing whatever he wants, swaggering around without restraint.
