Leialeial

Jin Yahui was living his regular life in good ol' Earth. Until he was hit by Truck-san and was transported to a Wuxia world!!! His golden finger? A music system... that only plays music. ORZ

Watch Jin Yahui as he suffers through old-timey tunes and elevator music in his journey to conquer the world!

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Expect less than 50-word slice of life chapters, and if you're here for a story, then you're at the wrong place. Please kindly find another novel ¯\_(ツ)_/ ¯


Hello! I have stopped writing this book and gone towards completing a serious version. Search for Music System: REWRITTEN for the novel!

Music System in a Cultivation World: What the F*ck?

All of a sudden, the door to the infirmary swung open and a sexy leg connected to an even sexier body came in. 


Grand Martial Aunt was in the build- uh, room. 


She sashayed her way confidently into the room, her hips swaying with the rhythm made by her heels connecting to the floor. 


She looked surprised at the two boys before junior brother's bed. "What are you two doing here?" 


The hairy boy and I shared a glance before I spoke up first. "Uh, we were taking care of junior brother."


She raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. "With a brush and ink?" She then looked closer at the piece of paper that hairy still held in the air. "What's that?" 


Snatching the piece of paper, it wasn't long until her eyes grew wide in shock. She looked up at the hairy dude and spoke, "Is this true, ShamelessAdverts?" 


SA nodded, his face the very picture of seriousness and composure. WTF? Am I the only one who realizes how messed up his name is? Wait, why is her face getting graver and graver? 


"What's on there?" I spoke up, trying my best to hide the quaver at the end of my voice.


She glanced at me and I nearly melted. "ShamelessAdverts wrote that junior brother wasn't supposed to survive last night." 


Sighing, she passed the squirrel to me. F*cking h*ll! Don't give me the d*mn paper... just tell me what it means! EXPLAIN IT, WOMAN! 


She looked at me expectantly as I glanced down at the squirrel. D*mn it! Wait! A brilliant idea flashed through my mind. Okay... "It was the demon wasn't it?" I schooled my features into seriousness as well. "She had contaminated junior brother's wound." 


Grand Martial Aunt nodded, and, inwardly, I screamed, "F*******CKKKKKKKKKK YASSSSSS!". 


She took the paper again and smoothed it out. "Honestly, it's the first time a disciple has survived this. I'm glad, but I'm worried about the side effects." 


Side effects? Holy sh*t, I forgot about those. "What can happen to him?"


Hairy... I mean, ShamelessAdverts tapped my shoulder and gestured with his fingers. Man, I thought we went over this already. I. Don't. F*cking. Understand. You. 


However, Grand Martial Aunt nodded her head in agreement to whatever the f*ck he was saying. D*mn it! I can't disappoint my woman! 


I opened my mouth and spat out the two words faster than I could think, "I agree." 


Grand Martial Aunt broke into a dazzling smile, one that could almost melt millions-of-years of snow during the coldest day in Antarctica back on Earth. "It's great that you'd be willing to look after Disciple Fang, Disciple Yahui. I'll be sure to bring you dinner from the cafeteria." 


She looked back at SA, and he followed behind her. 


She stopped before the doorway and glanced back at me. "I'll go ahead and have lunch, then." 


SA tugged at her pinky finger and dig some more weird gestures. YOU MUTHAF*CKERRRRRRRRRR!!! YOU BETTER NOT BE THINKING OF-


"Of course, ShamelessAdvert. I wouldn't mind helping you with your techniques over lunch." 


D*********MMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU, HAIRY GUYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!


Junior Brother (5)