I want to write a book. First, I need an interesting and handsome protagonist to connect with the reader. Then, one or two beautiful, lovely girls... maybe three or four would be nice too. With a boy and a girl, it's only natural to add some romance, some ambiguity, some heart-throbs, a layer of milk and honey, a touch of bitterness and astringency, all mixed together... It looks delicious. Then, add a flirty narrator and set it up as a system. Finally, to make the book taste even better, I need to add more sugar. I open the sugar jar, and then, with a slip of my hand, I pour the whole thing in... Damn, isn't that too sweet? I hurriedly pour in some more "Book of Songs," some Shura scenes, some life philosophy... Finally, this is the book... I think it tastes pretty good.

I practiced until my body resembled a crane's form, and beneath a thousand pines lay two volumes of scriptures. I came to inquire about the Dao, but there was nothing more to say; the clouds were in the blue sky, and the water was in the bottle.

When Ji Shi woke up, he found himself transmigrated into the body of the Jiajing Emperor, who was obsessed with cultivating immortality, and it seemed that he had even succeeded in cultivating immortality.