The Mosquito in the World of Cultivation

Buzz, buzz, buzz...

A constant droning filled his ears, like countless mosquitoes swarming in flight. His last memory was of being struck by a car and sent flying—Xiao Wenzi had thought surely he was dead. Yet now, there was no pain at all.

“What the hell, why are there so many mosquitoes? Where is this place? Wait, my body feels strange…”

His consciousness gradually cleared. Xiao Wenzi found himself surrounded by towering trees in a dense forest; the trunks were so massive, it would take seven or eight people to circle just one. All around his head, mosquitoes of various sizes whirled in the air, and for some reason, every one of them was far larger than the mosquitoes he remembered.

His first instinct was to run. No matter how he’d gone from the bustling city to this bizarre place, the least he could do was escape before being sucked dry by these monstrous mosquitoes. But soon he realized something was off—though he could control his body, he couldn’t sprint off the way he used to. His field of vision was also much wider, as though he had dozens of eyes.

“This… this can’t be. I must be having a nightmare…”

Horror dawned as Xiao Wenzi discovered his body was no longer human at all. He had become a mosquito, no different from the ones buzzing around him. He let out a scream that would have curdled blood—if only it were human—but the sound that emerged was nothing but a furious buzzing, devoid of any human articulation.

Buzzing wildly, he attracted the attention of a nearby mosquito with spotted wings and a noticeably swollen abdo