Genius of a Performing Arts High - Chapter 5.4 - Softly 4

“Bro, why do we become adventurers?”“The bounty for a goblin is three silver coins.”“No, you misunderstood me, buddy. I mean our ultimate goal in this line of work, the meaning behind all our hard work day in and day out?”“A goblin, three silver coins.”“...”“Three silver coins.”“Alright, here's a task to clear out a goblin nest, you...”“Charge!”-------------------Elements: [Bottomside Adventurer], [Hodgepodge World View], [Pseudo DND]

Gou Liang travels through worlds in order to complete a mysterious and arduous mission…

16 worlds in total:

School Campus: Strawberry Flavored Scholar Gong √
Entertainment circle: Lemon Flavored Film Emperor Gong √
Ancient Time: Honey Tangerine Flavored Shadow Guard Gong √
WuXia: Melon Flavored Senior Brother √
Beastmen: Pineapple flavored Beastmen Gong √
Ghost Spirits: Snow Pear Flavored Dead Gong √
Ancient Time: Gr*pe Flavored Regent Gong √
Apocalypse: Banana Flavored Boss Gong √
Interstellar: Pomegranate Flavored Sentinel Gong √
Modern: Citrus Flavored Aristocrat Gong √
Mecha: Sweet Jujube flavored Lunar New Year Gong √
Ancient Time: Durian Flavored Battle God Gong √
Magic: Watermelon Flavored Blacken Gong √
Cultivation: Cherry Flavored Disciple Gong √
Fantasy: Blueberry Flavored Demon King Gong √
Celestial World: Bayberry flavored Senior Immortal Gong √

- Description from Novelupdates

As the head disciple of the number one sect in the world, Luo Jianqing had a brilliant reputation. He was the most respected senior brother of his junior brothers and sisters: the last disciple of the cultivation world’s number one cultivator, Luo Jianqing greatly respected his master’s teachings, not crossing his limits by even half a step.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.