1 Transmigration.

'Have I transmigrated?'

It felt too real to be a dream. Kun Xing could clearly feel the night's breeze push against his body, calming his muscles and soothing his mind. When he looked up, he could see the radiance of the moon, with craters and nuances unlike anything that the mortal mind could construct.

He sat down on a pitch-black chair on his balcony, viewing the amalgam of warm colors below. With the snap of his fingers, two servants, despite it nearly being midnight, brought him a kettle of tea with blinding speeds. It was as if sleeping was unnecessary to them.

And it was. With the meagre cultivation base accumulated by Kun Xing's predecessor, he was able to perceive the invisible energy waves that pulsated from his servants with their every move. From this, he knew- both of them were much stronger than him.

He poured his tea into a cup, taking a sip without a hint of trepidation on his face. And with the dismissive, arrogant demeanor of his predecessor, he crudely waved his hand for them to leave.

"We wish you a nice night, Young Master."

The two servants spoke in unison before flitting into the dead of the night. Although they seemed to have disappeared, Kun Xing's caution wouldn't let up. After all, while the two seemed to be mere attendants on the outside, they were also his guards. If he started panicking randomly from his sudden transmigration, arousing suspicion would be the least of his problems.

Sipping his tea for a second time, he decided to truly take a look at the city below him. Titled 'Myriad Fates,' the city stood tall from the founding of the Goldfall Empire. But most importantly, it was the city his father ruled- and the city his predecessor and his brothers were fighting to lord over.

'What a mess.'

Kun Xing was already thinking of silently pulling out of the succession battle. He was only the fifth son of the family anyway; wouldn't he be courting death competing with the other four?

He sipped his tea for the third time, reflecting upon his predecessors actions with chagrin. Without care for propriety, he drank the rest of the cup in one go, slamming it down on the table and pouring himself another cup in vexation.

'Calm down. It could be worse.'

He was right. As arrogant as he was, the old Kun Xing wasn't a complete degenerate. He didn't go to brothels, and he didn't use his power to forcefully take beauties. But unfortunately, that was simply because he was too pompous to involve himself with people of lower status.

He had a bad reputation, but it wasn't as bad as some of the others in his family. At least, Kun Xing wasn't the person who would get his family annihilated by a protagonist. Instead, he would be the person who came to the antagonist's aid, enacting the beginning of a long chain of stepping stones for the protagonist to trample on in his journey to greatness.

Thinking of this, Kun Xing laughed in a manner that weirdly blended anxiety and amusement. It was funny to apply his knowledge of novels into a genuine scenario, but it quickly settled in that if this world was anything like the novels, his life would be in danger.

He took his first sip of the second cup, wondering if he possessed any golden fingers. After all, his predecessor was a piece of trash, and he wasn't anyone outstanding either.

'Don't all transmigrators need a System to make up for their lack of skill?'

[Binding...]

'And there it is.'

Kun Xing was slightly disheartened at the universe indirectly calling him a piece of trash, but at this point, he couldn't be bothered to care. Even an idiot could dominate the universe if given a System. And he, while not the sharpest tool in the shed, couldn't be considered a moron... right?

[Awakening...]

[Ding! The Cultivation Simulator welcomes the host to his new world. Please review all of my functions to use me to the fullest of my abilities!]

Kun Xing downed the rest of his tea, and, in his laziness, decided to start drinking from the kettle. As a cultivator, heat was the least of his problems. Even if he drank boiling water, his body wouldn't suffer even the slightest of injuries.

'...'

Reading the functions of the Cultivation Simulator, Kun Xing became increasingly relaxed. His body sunk into the chair, and his mind, which was preoccupied with his terrible circumstances, slackened in relief.

'It seems that I won't have to worry about dying.'