Qin Yu one day discovers a notice: in ten days he’s supposed to transmigrate into a fantasy world and become a sect’s low‑level grunt? Qin Yu immediately turns to a Zhihu guru for help. First, let’s not mock the OP’s daydream; assuming it’s legit, our world saw the revival of spiritual energy a hundred years ago and entered a high‑martial‑arts era—basically half a xianxia.

Memorize some high‑level cultivation methods, what’s a grunt job? In a tiny sect you could just instantly manifest saintliness, right? In a fantasy world talent reigns supreme, so I’d suggest the OP just pump in hormones to infinitely unlock potential!

The thinking upstairs is way outdated; I’d advise the OP to worship Buddha, ask for a good lineage—no need to work hard? You’ve already transmigrated, being a rich family heir isn’t asking too much, is it? Qin Yu tries to put it into practice at the…