(The protagonist had no Dao companion and had always relied on mooching off senior brothers, sect elders, and others.) It was said that the female disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect changed Dao companions more frequently than they changed clothes. Attracted by this reputation, Li Chuan spent his entire savings to join the sect, only to discover that things weren’t as he’d imagined.

Nearly a year after entering the sect, he still hadn’t secured a single Dao companion.

Just as he began to suspect he’d been scammed, a peerlessly beautiful senior sister approached him and asked if he wanted to “form an immortal bond.” Those outside the cultivation world might not understand what “forming an immortal bond” meant. To put it plainly: long-term relationships were called Dao companions, while short-term flings were termed “immortal bonds.”

From that moment on, Li Chuan uncovered the correct method to interact with the fairies of the Yin-Yang Sect. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form connections with senior sisters, martial aunts, or even his master’s Dao companions—no one was beyond reach.

[Multiple Female Leads + Wei-Wu Legacy + Fairy Master + Daily Cultivation Life] Cao Kun transmigrated into the Hehuan Sect, and right from the start, he was drained of his yang energy. His saintly, fairy-like Master, the Mistress of the Immortal Summit: "You rogue!" The enchanting Reincarnation Demoness who captivates all: "You scoundrel!"The dignified yet alluring Consort: "My Lord!" What's the point of cultivation? Of course, it's to act freely and unrestrained, and to enjoy life!

A relaxing story of a business tycoon who, sick of machinations and struggle, returned to the medieval world and married into a merchant family to become a “Zhui Xu”, a husband that lives in the wife’s home. Even though his intentions were not so, he could not avoid the matters of family, country and world.

“There was once a person that stood at the top of the golden pyramid, with innumerable cheap jealousy and envy of people, walking this road, he was escorted by tens of thousands of people, yet he could not escape the long and lonely sleep under the gravestone.”