Transmigrated into a Cultivation World, But This World Isn't Serious

Lin Feng's previous life ended unceremoniously when he had a close encounter with a speeding truck on the highway, leaving him flattened into a pancake and unceremoniously dumped into a cultivation world. He spent thirty years grinding his way up to the Nascent Soul stage—only for his long-awaited system to finally activate with the worst possible timing. The system immediately flags a classic female-oriented novel scenario: his sect's youngest junior sister, a mere Qi Refining cultivator, is accusing him—a Nascent Soul grandmaster—of stealing her Foundation Establishment pill. Confident and eager, the system urges him to simply slap the insolent ant out of existence, pointing out that in such storylines, few in the sect can match his cultivation level anyway. But Lin Feng simply shakes his head, leaving the system baffled and already contemplating how to unbind itself from this apparent victim of a cliché plot. Just as it spirals into panic, Lin Feng cuts through its thoughts with a calm confession: the junior sister is absolutely right—he really did steal the pill. When the system sputters in disbelief, asking why, he offers a lazy chuckle and a single, unassailable reason: because it's amusing. After all, who in their right mind would believe a Qi Refining nobody over a Nascent Soul elder?