Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World

Similar situations to Jo Han Strong and the Peng Clan's Young Master were taking place all over the peak. Some disciples were fighting, some were throwing parties, some were fighting at parties, the entire Chaos Heaven Peak lived up to its name.

In another area—

Two disciples were locked in a deadly standoff… over a chicken.

The first, dressed in flowing green robes with the word "Chaos" on it and wielding a guqin strapped to his back, pointed dramatically.

"That chicken is my fated spirit beast! Its feathers are aligned with my Wood Dao!"

The second, a burly fellow with a scar across his forehead, clutched the chicken tighter to his chest.

"Nonsense! This is my breakfast! Fated? More like roasted!"

The chicken flapped its wings, clearly regretting its life choices. It wanted to ask the question, why was it mentioned alongside the Wood Dao?

A crowd quickly gathered, because of course, it was their job.

"Senior Brother Lin's Dao-chicken must not be stolen!" someone shouted.

"But Senior Brother Guo deserves a hearty meal!" another countered.

Soon half the onlookers were chanting, "Dao Chicken! Dao Chicken!" while the other half shouted, "Roast It! Roast It!"

Finally, Lin the one in Green Robes drew his sword and declared, "If I cannot have it, then none shall!"

Scarred Brother immediately pulled out… a wok. From his storage ring. The wok gleamed under the sun like a divine weapon.

Gasps erupted.

"He cultivates the Culinary Dao!"

"Unstoppable!"

"Wait… where's the oil?"

Just then, a junior disciple rushed forward carrying a bottle of cooking oil as if it were a sacred relic. The wok cultivator Brother Guo, accepted it with solemn grace.

The chicken, realizing destiny was cruel, fainted on the spot.

And thus the battle began.

In another area of the peak—

A scholarly-looking disciple in long white robes stood with his arms crossed, glaring at a muscular brute twice his size. Between them lay… a single chair.

"This," the scholar declared solemnly, "is my chair. I was sitting here, contemplating the Dao of Stillness."

The brute snorted, cracking his knuckles. "Nonsense! It is my chair. I was about to sit and comprehend the Dao of Comfort."

A tense silence. The chair, plain and wooden, creaked pitifully under the pressure of two murderous auras.

From the crowd that mysteriously gathered, someone whispered, "Isn't that just a chair from the Nourishment Hall?"

"Shhh! You fool! Chairs can be divine weapons if you sit long enough!"

"Yeahhh, don't you Ai Zhen, the one who sat on chair in prison and his powers grew."

"I was also about to mention that."

"Eh? I heard, he was a handyman who washed clothes, with a solid detergent named bleach, but suddenly emerged with god tier cultivation talent."

The scholar flicked his sleeve, and a mountain of books flew out, stacking neatly behind him.

"I have cultivated with this chair for seven days and seven nights. It recognizes me as its master!"

The brute sneered and slammed his fist into the ground, cracking it.

"Then watch as I sit once, and it recognizes me as its father!"

The crowd gasped.

"Impossible!"

"Such heresy!"

"He dares to belittle the Dao of Chairs!"

Finally, the scholar's eyes narrowed. "Very well. We will settle this the only way that makes sense."

He raised a brush. The brute raised a hammer.

Both simultaneously shouted, "Chair Refining Duel!"

And thus, another battle of dignity began over a single piece of furniture.

In another courtyard—

Two elegant female disciples stood facing each other. Both were beautiful, both were proud… and both were holding the exact same dress.

"This robe of jade silk was clearly destined for me," said Senior Sister Mei, her voice calm but eyes sharp as swords. "It matches my temperament and my Dao of Serenity."

Junior Sister Lan scoffed.

"Ridiculous! This shade of green obviously resonates with my cultivation of the Dao of Envy. Hand it over."

The mysterious crowd ever-present, murmured nervously.

"Dao of Envy? Isn't that… a demonic path?"

"Shut up, she's listening!"

The air trembled as their auras clashed, sleeves fluttering dramatically despite there being no wind.

Senior Sister Mei, being a senior, raised her chin and said, "Fine. If you are so desperate, we shall compete. Whoever wears it better, wins."

At once, the robe split into two illusions — one wrapping around Mei, the other around Lan.

The crowd exploded in chatter:

"Senior Sister Mei looks like an immortal in mortal world!"

"No, Junior Sister Lan is a peerless temptress, none can resist her charm!"

"Shut up, you dogs! The robe belongs to me, I saw it first!"

Suddenly, a passing disciple walked by.

He glanced once and muttered, "It doesn't suit either of you. Wrong shade."

Then left without another word.

Both Senior Sister Mei and Junior Sister Lan froze. Their faces darkened.

"…Kill him?" Mei suggested.

"Kill him," Lan agreed.

Thus, the robe was completely forgotten, and the two joined hands to chase down the unlucky disciple.

In another corner of the peak—

Two disciples stood nose to nose, both red with fury.

Between them, on a rock, sat… a fluffy white rabbit munching on a carrot.

"That's MY spirit beast!" shouted the first.

"Nonsense! Its ears clearly point left, that's a trademark of My Spirit Rabbit technique!" the second retorted.

The rabbit twitched its nose and kept eating.

The first disciple roared, pulling out his spear. "Return my rabbit, or taste death!"

The second unsheathed his saber. "Over my dead body!"

Before their weapons could clash, the rabbit casually transformed into a massive, glowing tiger with rabbit ears… then roared so loudly the ground cracked.

Both disciples immediately threw down their weapons.

"Senior Brother Tiger Bunny! I was just joking!"

"Yes, please, continue your carrot cultivation!"

The tiger-rabbit beast snorted, shrank back into a fluffy bunny, and hopped away — straight into a third disciple's arms, who blinked in confusion and said:

"Eh? I thought this was just a normal rabbit I picked up on the way…"