Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

Jiang Xiaochuan was incredibly frustrated. He'd transmigrated to the world of *Zhu Xian*, finally acquiring extraordinary talent, only to wake up back at six years old, his talent completely wiped clean. Now he was a mediocre junior disciple on Dazhu Peak of the Qingyun Sect, spending his days cultivating. Strangely, the atmosphere around him seemed off—his senior sister, Tian Ling'er, looked at him with a complex gaze, like someone who'd just finished an 80-episode tragic romance. Lu Xueqi, the icy goddess of Dazhu Peak, actively sought him out for "sparring," invited him on outings, taught him swordsmanship, and even confessed her feelings. His character had completely collapsed. Not to mention the little ancestor of the Ghost King Sect and that certain "white fox" who loved to crawl into his bed… Jiang Xiaochuan trembled: "Dear experts, did you even consider the psychological resilience of a nobody like me in your rebirth scenarios?"