From the Start, I Was Reborn in the Immortal Realm and Hunted by a Saintess for a Thousand Years

My name is Qian Fan. After three years of severe drought, I went a week without food or water. I sat quietly in my rocking chair and died alone in my house. The foul smell wafting from inside alerted the neighbors to my corpse. They sighed, then silently collected my body and took it to the crematorium, bringing the karma of this lifetime to a close.

I worked as a menial servant for the Judge of the Underworld for three thousand years. The Earth had been destroyed, so the underworld could no longer send souls to be reborn among the living. Now, the only place where souls could be reborn was the immortal realm. The underworld was packed with ghosts, and the supply of Meng Po Soup was enough for only one in every hundred million souls. So it could only be reserved for the wealthy, the tenth-generation heirs of the wealthy, the powerful, and the tenth-generation heirs of the powerful from Earth before its destruction, because they had paid a lot of money. Drinking Meng Po Soup meant being reborn in the immortal realm with a blank slate, making it easy to gain a spiritual root. Without it, you were like a newspaper, and gaining a spiritual root was all but impossible. I had stayed in the underworld for so long that my ghostly aura was second only to the King of Hell's. To prevent me from taking control of the underworld, and to save the precious Meng Po Soup for the wealthy and powerful heirs, they sent me to be reborn in the immortal realm with my memories intact. And so my life in the immortal realm began...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.