Xie Shuci sat on the threshold, with an antique-style house behind him.

An incense burner sat on the table, wisps of white smoke rising from it. Xie Shuci, dressed in a light blue robe, rested his chin on his hands, his gaze passing over the moss-covered eaves to the oddly shaped white clouds on the horizon, and let out a long sigh.

Simply put, he transmigrated into the book.

Not long ago, a content creator on Bilibili's "Chuunibyou Zone" who had stopped updating for half a year finally had a change of heart and found some novel material to edit. One moment he was complaining that the two main characters in the novel were no good, and the next moment he collapsed on his computer desk and died.

As a young man who had just turned eighteen and had already asked his parents to cut off his allowance, Xie Shuci felt that he had died unjustly and at a great loss.

Ultimately, however, it was because he had been staying up all night for several days in a row that his heart suddenly stopped and he died. So, young people, try to avoid staying up late.

After sighing inwardly, Xie Shuci wasn't particularly sad. He hadn't been in contact with his parents for ages, and didn't have many friends. However, he had met a bunch of immature young people online who would casually say things like, "If I stop updating, I'll transmigrate into a book." Well, after a six-month hiatus from video updates, Xie Shuci actually did transmigrate.

Thinking of this, Xie Shuci couldn't help but sigh deeply again.

Looking at the top 500 pure romance novels on a certain Green River's bestseller list, he's read almost every single one. Other characters also transmigrate into books, either as the protagonist or the villain, or at least a named NPC. Xie Shuci, on the other hand, transmigrated into a character who appears only once in the entire book, with only three lines of text—not even considered cannon fodder.

How ruthless is Xiao Xun?

In his youth, he wandered to Bianzhou and was ridiculed by disciples of a minor immortal sect.

With a swift stroke, his disciple's head fell to the ground.

Xiao Xun is the protagonist in the book, and his "disciple" is Xie Shuci.

These three lines were particularly clear in Xie Shuci's memory; he had even cursed this idiot protagonist.

In the book, the protagonists, the bottom and the top, love and hate each other all the way, but eventually appreciate and cherish each other.

"What a load of rubbish about mutual appreciation!" Xie Shuci cursed.

That protagonist, Xiao Xun, was just ridiculed a couple of times by the original owner, and he chopped him up. How petty must he be!

Moreover, he read half of the book in a hurry. The protagonist is not only petty, but also very dark inside. He is the kind of person who would tear off a layer of flesh from someone if they accidentally touched him.

Xie Shuci truly couldn't understand what was so special about mutual respect. If Xiao Xun were in modern society, he'd be a law-abiding citizen, subject to real torture, and handcuffed.

A disciple passing by the gate stopped in his tracks upon seeing the disciple's dejected appearance.

Xie Shuci has a sweet and sunny appearance, with big, bright eyes and fair, delicate skin, like a girl. However, the lines and contours of her face are quite strong, so she does not lack a heroic air.

The disciple stared at him for a long time, then shook his head and comforted him, "Junior brother, take care in the future."

Xie Shuci was taken aback and looked at him with a confused expression.

After a moment, he nodded, remembering.

The day before Xie Shuci transmigrated, the original owner of this body, this little idiot, drugged the young master of another immortal sect, almost taking him to bed. When the young master woke up, he was furious and brought his fellow disciples to demand justice. The two families argued about this for more than ten days, and the final result was that Xie Shuci, after transmigrating into the book, voluntarily offered to be expelled from his sect.

Xie Shuci did this for two reasons: first, he didn't want to implicate his fellow disciples; second, he wanted to get away from this place of trouble as soon as possible.

After all, during the years when the main characters were locked in a love-hate relationship, the two fought so fiercely that the entire land was in turmoil, and many immortal sects and families were implicated. Xie Shuci, on the other hand, just wanted to find a place to survive.

He just felt panicked, worried that he couldn't escape the plot and would eventually be chopped up by the protagonist.

He's a coward, he values ​​his life, and after dying once, he cherishes his life even more.

The following day, Xie Shuci, in a daze, embarked on the path to being expelled from his sect.

He carried a small bamboo basket on his back and led a white horse named "Crane" as he left the sect, watched by his fellow disciples.

"Take care, junior brother!"

"We will take good care of your master and mistress."

"Senior brother, now that Master and Mistress are gone, you must mend your ways and never..."

Xie Shuci turned his head and looked at his fellow disciples whom he had only known for a few days. A warm feeling washed over him. He was in a different world and had just come to his senses when he embarked on a solitary journey. Faced with these words of reluctance and concern, Xie Shuci's nose tingled.

Fighting back tears, he shouted to the crowd, "Brothers, when I become successful, I will definitely come back to see you! Wait for me!"

Upon hearing this, the reluctant disciples froze, pushed one after another into the courtyard, and slammed the gate shut in front of Xie Shuci as if they hadn't heard anything.

It was as if it was saying silently, "Then you'd better not come back."

Xie Shuci: "..."

Damn it! I knew you guys were faking it, you're wasting my feelings.

As a modern-day chuunibyou (not really) teenager, Xie Shuci snorted coldly. Judging from the usual pattern of transmigration novels, he would definitely achieve great things in the future. You might not even be able to see him again. Just wait and see if you regret it!

Xie Shuci led the pony forward, its back laden with two large bundles of luggage. He glanced down at them; these were gifts from his fellow disciples the night before his departure, containing various rare treasures and miraculous elixirs. Xie Shuci looked back at the tightly closed gate, sniffed, and muttered softly, "Fine, I forgive you."

When he becomes successful in the future, he will still have to come back to visit his fellow disciples.

To be honest, Xie Shuci's situation is different from typical transmigration novels; he is the original owner of the body. On his first day after transmigrating, he examined his body and found a scar on his left arm and a cinnabar birthmark below his waist—this was his own body. However, he only inherited a small portion of the original owner's memories.

There are two kinds of people in this world. One kind is ordinary people, who cannot absorb spiritual energy; the other kind is cultivators, who can absorb and cultivate spiritual energy.

Perhaps due to the principle that the capable are given more responsibility, these Taoist practitioners, after thousands of years of trials and tribulations, gradually formed various sects and schools, protecting the ordinary people around them.

Xie Shuci's sect, the Minor Immortal Sect, was located in the western part of Bianzhou, and was not even considered a prominent sect in the cultivation world. However, cultivators were capable of absorbing spiritual energy, and only one or two out of ten thousand ordinary people could do so, making them extremely precious regardless of the sect's size or the level of their cultivation.

The original owner of this body was a complete idiot who abused his status as a cultivator to commit all sorts of evil deeds in the mortal world, offending many common people and disciples from other sects. But to be honest, the original owner had absolutely no talent. Among cultivators of his age, his talent was at the bottom. Compared to ordinary people, he was only able to absorb and gather spiritual energy.

Perhaps because he was young and fearless, and filled with curiosity about the world, Xie Shuci left the Little Immortal Sect without much consideration.

He clearly hadn't realized that he had offended so many people. In the past, he had the protection of the minor immortal sects, but who would protect him in the future?

Of course, Xie Xiaoci wasn't thinking about that right now; he still planned to make a name for himself in this world.

Xie Shuci led his little white horse along a forest path, walking slowly as he pondered what he should do to support himself after descending the mountain.

His understanding of this world was minimal. The original owner only had so many memories, and he'd barely read half the book, his attention entirely focused on the protagonist. Becoming a chivalrous hero would be ideal, but Xie Shuci knew better; this wasn't like governing society. Wanting to be a chivalrous hero was just like delivering vegetables to someone else's door. After much thought, he decided that business was more suitable.

After Xie Shuci came of age, he tried to start his own business, but he didn't even have any start-up capital. In the end, he started doing self-media part-time.

"Just you wait! I'll definitely achieve great things and become the world's richest man!" Xie Shuci shouted arrogantly to the sky.

By the way, Xie Shuci's chuunibyou (delusional) behavior has been going on for a long time. His nickname on Bilibili is "Little Master Xie," which was often teased by fans.

Xie Shuci was about to mount his horse when he suddenly heard the sound of leaves being pierced by a sharp weapon. A hurricane swept overhead, rustling the leaves and creating a particularly eerie atmosphere in the quiet forest path.

At the same time, Xie Shuci sensed a killing intent and keenly realized that it wasn't directed at him. His body, though barely qualifying as that of a cultivator, still possessed remarkably sharp senses.

Xie Shuci didn't have time to think much. To avoid getting into trouble, he led the little white horse to a secluded spot. The little white horse lifted its hoof, seemingly startled. But the little white horse was intelligent and didn't make a sound.

Just then, a tall, slender figure swept past the treetops, his light footsteps making a soft sound as he stepped on the branches. Xie Shuci held his breath and looked up. It was a young man in white, his figure as slender and upright as a bamboo shoot, so tall that Xie Shuci couldn't take his eyes off him for a moment.

"Holy crap—" Xie Shuci exclaimed in a low voice.

He thought he only saw such scenes on television.

The young man exuded an ethereal aura, his white robes billowing in the wind, his tall, dark hair dancing wildly. Xie Shuci could only see half of his clearly defined profile, yet even just a glimpse of the young man was enough to make one marvel at his extraordinary beauty.

A drop of water fell onto the leaf in front of Xie Shuci, its color as red as cinnabar. Xie Shuci was startled, and suddenly realized something. Looking up, he saw that the boy's left shoulder was stained with blood, which was flowing down continuously.

The boy was dressed entirely in white, except for a striking patch of red.

The white-clad youth swept past Xie Shuci's head, then suddenly seemed to sense something, turning abruptly to reveal a youthful yet indifferent face. Xie Shuci's heart tightened as the youth's dark pupils, like those of a venomous beast, met his gaze, finally locking onto his face. His eyes held malice, poised to pounce, as if he were about to unleash a venomous attack.

Just how terrifying was that one glance? To the point that Xie Shuci would still wake up in terror from his dreams years later.

Xie Shuci tensed up instantly, having no time to appreciate the picturesque scene or the boy's androgynous face.

Xie Shuci sensed killing intent again; this time it was directed at him!

At this moment, Xie Xiaoye's passionate enthusiasm turned to utter despair.