Calculus Over Cultivation

I didn’t transmigrate into the body of a farmer. I didn’t wake up as some unfortunate cannon fodder. No. I got thrown straight into the body of a xianxia protagonist. You know the type. Young, brash, fated for greatness. The kind of guy who just lost a duel to an arrogant young master in chapter one and is now being ordered to cripple his own cultivation. So I did it. On purpose. Look, I already know how this story goes. Train endlessly, get repeatedly beaten up, endure heartbreak, and maybe — maybe — reach immortality after five hundred chapters of suffering. No thanks. I had only one real regret in my past life: never pursuing my passion for mathematics. So I left the sect, got myself a quiet place to study, and finally started making up for lost time. Except… something went wrong. I didn’t want power. I didn’t want to fight. I just wanted a quiet life — teach during the day, study mathematics at night. But now, it seems like math itself is trying to cultivate me.