Tang Yu transmigrated.
This harmonious cultivation world where humans and demons coexist was utterly adorable. Even if his physique was trash, he was content—he reached Foundation Establishment and could live for two hundred years (smug).
What? They wanted him to serve the Patriarch?
Fine, consider it elder respect. Who knows, he might even get to cling to those powerful thighs!
After the Dao-Demon War, the injured demon Patriarch Shentu Kun became a ticking time bomb.
This lowly outer sect disciple… could actually stabilize his emotions?
A quick divination—was fate truly this coincidental?
Well, he wasn’t going to hold back.
…Just what was up with this guy?
Turning rare spiritual herbs into food was one thing, but where was the promised marrow-cleansing? The promised breakthroughs?
At first—Sect disciples: Shameless! Tang Yu’s clinging to the Patriarch’s thighs!
Tang Yu, smug: I earned these thighs with skill. Fight me.
Later—Sect disciples: Disaster! The Patriarch’s losing control again! Quick, throw Tang Yu at him!
Tang. Instant Stabilizer. Yu: …
Trash-physique, foodie shou who loves to complain VS Violent, scheming gong who frets daily over his wife’s level-ups.