Cultivating Immortality in a Sect, Until I End Up in a Psychiatric Hospital

[2023 Summer Original Novel Contest, completed, safe to read] [Reverse transmigration + urban fantasy + hilarious supernatural happenings] “I’m serious. You have to believe me,” Su Zhi replied solemnly from his hospital bed. The doctor pointed at the rice bowl in Su Zhi’s hand. “What do you call the potatoes in there?” “Earth Spirit Fruits.” “And the skin condition on Old Wang in the next bed...” “Evolved dragon scales.” “And the kidney stone removed from Wu the Second next door...” “A Foundation Establishment crystal.” The doctor whispered to the nurse, “Get in touch with the psychiatric hospital...” Su Zhi sighed, wondering why no one believed him. A disciple of the cultivation sect, he had accidentally brought the sect’s spirit treasury with him when he transmigrated to the modern world. The “iron mounts” on the streets, the bird-shaped “immortal ships” flying overhead, all the “spirit fruits” people ate... Su Zhi was sure he had ascended to the “Immortal Realm” in broad daylight. But the “immortals” here seemed unable to see the demons and evil spirits, like the red-clad female ghost clinging to the back of the doctor who had just spoken. Su Zhi had no choice but to step in on their behalf.