Xianxia. A dog-eat-dog world. A place filled with Arrogant Young Masters, Jade-like Beauties, and Murderous Elders. It was in such a place, where human life is worth less than an ant's, that I woke up. Unable to handle the anxiety, I asked my Master. "Master, what about the Heaven Defying Domineering Dragon Art?" "Where did you hear such stupid-sounding Art? Just focus on training the [Standard Breathing Technique]." "Master, what do I do when an Elder tries to steal my foundation and cripple my cultivation?" "Why would he do that? That is highly illegal." "Master, what about Young Masters kidnapping women? Surely I must wipe out their nine generations?" "Break his legs immediately. Any Sect would be grateful if you taught such a criminal a lesson." "Master, what if I accidentally offend a Senior, won't they destroy my soul?" "Why would a Senior do that to their beloved Junior? We're cultivators, not gangsters." It turns out... Xianxia might not be so bad after all?