-- Chapter 1

Hui Lin stood before what appeared to be a Goddess. Holding his chin and posing arrogantly, he began to gaze at her lewdly.

Though he wasn’t too aware of the situation he was in, that wasn’t going to stop him from instinctively sexually harassing her.

"So, you're Lady Meng Po, huh? Younger than I expected."

Meng Po sighed innerly as she remained unfazed. She looked at Hui as if he were a roach, a look Hui remembered fondly from his years in university while he was alive.

"You have several options from within your caste: An orphaned street urchin, a crippled vagrant.."

Hui's prided facial skin thickness came in handy as he interrupted with a shit-eating grin, "I'd like to be the son of an Immortal Emperor."

"Rejected."

"Useless second generation playboy of a prestigious sect."

"Rejected."

"Inheritor to a sage."

"Rejected."

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--- Several minutes later.

"Please be serious."

"A once in a thousand years cultivator!"

As Hui prepared to be rejected and continue rattling off selections that even he would be been too embarrassed to ask for if anyone from his previous life was around, the Goddess' visage lit up for a brief moment with what appeared to be a smile.

"Accepted, prepare for reincarnation."

Hui was shocked, but that turned into smugness as he applauded himself for his haggling skills honed from years frequenting the asian markets.

As a white light gradually consumed him, a daunting thought appeared in Hui's mind. He interrupted Meng Po who was preparing her tea. "Wait, cultivator as in immortal cultivation, right?"

Meng Po visibly sweat as she hastily sped up the transfer process.

Hui's expression sank. "What the f-"

Then he was reborn.