I Really Don’t Want to Be a Hero
Xu Zhi Mo unexpectedly transmigrated and became Crane in the Clouds. He gazed helplessly at the ladies—Little Dragon Maiden from the Ancient Tomb, the Holy Maiden of Cihang Monastery, the Saintess of
At the foot of Mount Zhongnan.
The Tomb of the Living Dead.
Xu Zhimo’s consciousness slowly returned. He opened his eyes, surveying his surroundings. In the lush forest, towering ancient trees stood sentinel; the ground was carpeted with withered yellow leaves, and sunlight filtered through the canopy, scattering dappled spots across his body.
Where am I?
His uncertainty was quickly eclipsed by a sharp, piercing pain radiating through every part of his body. He felt as if he’d just been run over by a truck, collapsed on the ground, utterly unable to move.
Xu Zhimo had always been an avid adventurer. This time, he’d come to the Qinling Mountains alone, never expecting his equipment to fail and to plunge from a cliff.
“Thank goodness the rope caught me and absorbed most of the impact—otherwise, I’d be finished.”
Yet, even as he tried to reassure himself, a chill of lingering fear surged in his chest.
He rested awhile, waiting for the pain to recede, and finally forced himself upright. He’d barely taken a few steps when a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, accompanied by faint footsteps.
Xu Zhimo instantly tensed. His body, which had only just relaxed, coiled with unease.
Could I be so unlucky as to run into a bear here?
As the footsteps grew clearer, he fixed his gaze on the direction from which they came, his heartbeat quickening, drumming relentlessly in his chest.
“You lecherous villain! For what purpose have you trespassed upon the Quanzhen Sect?”
The harsh shout came from above. The v