He Became the Devoted Second Male Lead in a Female-Centric Cultivation Novel

"Hey, cut it out! How’s anyone supposed to get a good night’s sleep like this?"

Jiang Yan felt a tickling sensation on his face, as if someone was teasing him with a feather. Damn it, could it be that mischievous little sister up to her old tricks again? He was terribly ticklish and instinctively fought back.

A sharp "meow" rang out at the exact moment his hand struck, and a small white cat with odd-colored eyes leapt from the bed in a flash.

Startled, Jiang Yan sat bolt upright. Was that really a cat’s cry? How did a cat end up in his room? Could it be that his sister finally couldn’t resist bringing home a Hajimi?

He glanced around and found himself in an unfamiliar room filled with an ancient, elegant charm.

Beneath him was a comfortable, spacious bed, covered with a luxurious brocade quilt. The headboard was exquisitely carved and decorated with intricate floral patterns. A faint scent of sandalwood floated in the air.

At the center of the room stood a large writing desk, upon which rested an inkstone, a brush holder, and a pot of white chrysanthemums.

What the hell? Where was he? Was this Hengdian World Studios? But there were no cameras. Was this some kind of elaborate prank?

The little white cat, seeing its master awake, meowed repeatedly in protest, as if blaming its unreliable owner. It had kindly tried to wake him, and he’d smacked its backside in return!

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the room. A youth dressed in black, clearly accustomed to moving unseen, bowed deeply and said, "Ma