Zuo Qi, a delightfully familiar transmigrator, arrives in a world of immortal cultivation with the ability to "slay with a probability roll."
But in practice, this ability might as well be called "reliable suicide."
Until one day...
"What? That useless guy with a damaged innate spiritual root killed a Nascent Soul powerhouse?!"
"Not only did he kill him, he did it in an instant!"
"Doesn't that mean he's at least at the Deity Transformation stage?!"
At this point, he couldn't take it anymore and was just about to set the record straight.
"He's hiding his true strength again. Reusing the same trick gets boring, you know."
"Speaking of which, young master, our sect has an opening for a peak master, and you're a rogue cultivator now, right? What happened to the previous peak master? He got fired yesterday for stepping into the sect master's residence with his left foot first..."
"Hey, how about we talk about something more fun? Are you interested in dragon girls, young master?"
"I'm not! I swear!"
Meanwhile, things were also getting lively in his own backyard.
Childhood friend: "You have to be! You absolutely have to! Give me a chance, and I'll help you achieve the Great Dao in your mortal body!"
Dragon girl: "So what if you're weak? Isn't having me protect you enough?"
Princess: "You don't want my father to grind you into the dirt, do you? Then you'd better obediently take me home."
As for him... it seemed he couldn't just lie back and enjoy being a useless nobody after all?
