Sixteen years. This is how much time has passed since I was reincarnated in this World of Cultivation. A day. That was how much time I have spent in this World of Cultivation since coming out of seclusion. A day. It was enough for me to realize that I was fu*ked up. [Host is not a cultivator.] These were the words of the cheat I received after my reincarnation, after I asked it a question. Replying to this answer was a question I was going to answer a lot. "What do you mean that I am not a Cultivator?" This was the start of my journey as I moved from place to place, seeking a peaceful life. I didn't know if I was a danger inviter or if the danger was inviting me; after all, never was my damn life completely peaceful.