After Transmigrating into a Book, I Became the White Moonlight of My Immortal Sect Bigshot

In his past life, Su Yongan was killed in a car accident and experienced a womb-transmigration into the immortal sects, thinking he had forgotten to drink Meng Po’s soup before reincarnating. After birth, Su Yongan was a jade-snow dumpling of ambiguous gender, the precious darling held in the palms of everyone up and down the Mingjian Sect. At the age of fifteen, when the mountain gates swung wide open, he bumped into several outer disciples beating up a frail, scrawny youth. He stepped in to fight the injustice and save him, right until the youth spoke his name: Yan Xiu. The youth raised his head, grime unable to conceal the stern and sharp ridge of his brows, Su Yongan’s sea of consciousness shook violently! He didn’t reincarnate? He transmigrated into a book? The novel memories forgotten in his past life awakened with a roar: the disheveled youth before his eyes was precisely Yan Xiu, the future Immortal Venerable who would suppress the Eight Desolations with a single sword, his cloud robes stained with frost and snow. The Immortal Venerable portrayed in the book sat high in the nine heavens, looking down with compassion on the mortal world of ten thousand tiers. Looking at the curled-up figure on the ground, Su Yongan was dumbfounded: The Immortal Venerable in his youth… actually ended up this miserable? With hot blood rushing to his head, he extended a hand toward Yan Xiu: “From now on, I’ve got you covered!” The young Immortal Venerable silently grasped that trace of warmth, an abyss churning deep within his eyes, branding an imperceptible mark. And what about his master whom he had admired since childhood? His master had doted on him and taught him meticulously since he was little, but who could tell him why his master and senior martial brothers were all trying to pin him down one by one? Many years later, as Su Yongan furiously cursed Yan Xiu who was massaging his aching waist while grinding his teeth and glaring at the steaming bowl of “medicinal soup” steadily approaching him by the bedside, he only wished he could transmigrate back to that year and slap himself hard across the face. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: After Transmigrating into a Book, I Became the White Moonlight of My Immortal Sect Bigshot — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠