Ye Ping’an had transmigrated.
He found himself in a world of cultivation and, more than that, he was now the young master of a sect. In this world, his name was Ye Ping’an.
As for how he transmigrated, Ye Ping’an wasn’t too sure.
He guessed that maybe the mud truck driver happened to be off duty that day, and the staff responsible for helping him transmigrate was switched from the uncle driver to a dream demon.
Because when Ye Ping’an woke up, he had already transmigrated—reborn as a completely baffled infant.
Maybe because he didn’t cry, his cheap father panicked and beat him half to death. Perhaps from the pain, he finally let out a cry.
Due to this bumpy start, they named him “Ping’an” (meaning “peace”), hoping he would live a safe and peaceful life in the future.
At first, Ye Ping’an really liked the name his parents gave him in this life.
After all, according to cultivation novel tropes, the plainer the name, the more extraordinary the future achievements might be.
Take, for example, that other guy with the surname Ye, who drove a Benz.
After being taken away by a coffin, he started walking a completely overpowered path and became invincible.
And that guy’s name was “Fan” (meaning “ordinary”).
How’s that for ordinary?
So, from a young age, Ye Ping’an saw himself as the protagonist, believing he would one day dominate the world—or even save it.
What’s that? You’re asking about his cultivation aptitude?
Come on, since when did the protagonist need good aptitude to cultivate?
Think about that fellow with the surname Han—his cultivation aptitude was utterly terrible, yet he still relied on a series of protagonist-only adventures to ascend and become immortal.
Even more extreme, take the guy surnamed Lin—he didn’t even have any aptitude because he was literally a mortal.
And yet, look at what he achieved!
So as long as you’re the protagonist, aptitude doesn’t matter.
Maybe you’ll stumble across a spiritual herb while walking, which will cleanse your marrow and enhance your constitution.
You never know.
However, what disappointed Ye Ping’an was that, despite living in this world for many years now, he hadn’t received any of the standard protagonist perks.
Like the weird and wonderful systems.
Or a family heirloom, an old grandpa living in a ring.
Or the divine beasts and divine weapons that accompany the protagonist from birth.
He didn’t get any of those things.
Still, Ye Ping’an didn’t lose heart.
After all, there were also protagonists who clawed their way up through hard work.
Like that kid who liked to drink beast milk—he was always either fighting or on his way to a fight.
And even after losing his cheat right at the beginning, didn’t he still end up conquering all beings?
So Ye Ping’an believed that as long as he had unwavering conviction and fearless momentum, he too would one day become a great man, surrounded by beauties and admired by all.
Thinking this, Ye Ping’an suddenly felt a strange flame blazing in his chest.
Clenching his small fists, he immediately decided to go out in search of opportunities.
“Ningyue! This young master is going out to seek fortune. Pack up—we’re leaving together!”
Ye Ping’an excitedly called out to a young girl casually seated on a nearby chair.
“Yes, young master~” replied the girl lazily.
She looked to be around eleven or twelve years old, but her figure was already starting to develop.
The girl’s appearance was quite ordinary, but her skin was very fair and smooth.
Paired with her sweet, melodious voice like that of a lark, it gave people the illusion that she should be extremely beautiful.
However, no matter how you looked at her, she was still just average-looking.
Her perfunctory tone made the young master quite unhappy. He forcefully dragged her out of the sect and headed into the mountains.
The girl’s name was Ye Ningyue.
When Ye Ping’an was six, driven by the same passion for adventure he had now, he went deep into the mountains and found her there.
At the time, she had been wearing tattered clothes and looked terrified.
Ye Ping’an immediately understood—she had probably just escaped from human traffickers.
And he had to admit, no wonder she’d been targeted.
Beneath her ragged clothes, her exposed skin looked like fine jade—beautiful enough to captivate anyone for a whole day.
Combined with her trembling, helpless voice, it was like something out of a dream.
The only pity was that her face didn’t match the rest.
Ye Ping’an figured it was lucky her looks didn’t match; otherwise, she wouldn’t be with him now, but instead lying on the bed of some rich pervert.
She must have suffered a lot, Ye Ping’an thought.
After all, those were human traffickers.
So, he gave up looking for opportunities—he had searched for years anyway and found nothing—and decided to send the girl home.
As if sensing Ye Ping’an’s kindness, the girl shook her head and said sadly, “My home… is gone.”
In that moment, Ye Ping’an’s hatred for those traffickers peaked.
He asked her immediately, “Where are those bastards who kidnapped you? Don’t be fooled by how I look. Inside, I’m a mature adult. I’m the young master of the famous Xuanxing Sect, and my father is a renowned Golden Core cultivator! You don’t need to be afraid—I’ll help you get revenge!”
Unexpectedly, the girl stammered for a while before saying, “Ah… the traffickers… yes… those damn traffickers. They killed my whole family. I really want to kill them too, but when I escaped, they were already running far away. By now, they’ve probably left the Xuanxing Sect’s territory.”
“I… I see. Then there’s nothing I can do. I’m really sorry,” Ye Ping’an said, disappointed.
After all, this world was vast, and despite all his boasting, Xuanxing Sect wasn’t actually all that powerful.
There wasn’t much he could do.
“It’s okay,” the girl said, and to Ye Ping’an’s surprise, she actually seemed relieved. But he didn’t notice that.
“How about this—since you don’t have a home anymore, why not join my Xuanxing Sect? Even if you don’t have spiritual roots, you could be my maid. As long as I have food, you’ll never go hungry. How’s that sound?”
Ye Ping’an pondered for a moment. Since she was homeless, leaving her alone might get her kidnapped again. Better to give her a job.
“Ah… but…” The girl hesitated, surprised by his words.
“Well, even though I say maid, we can just act like friends in daily life. If you’re willing, then
Xuanxing Sect will be your second home. How about it?”
Seeing her hesitation, Ye Ping’an assumed she didn’t trust him, so he used his “gentle protagonist smile” ultimate move and extended his hand like a puppy.
“What do you think? Will you consider it?”