The Mediocre Immortal

After traveling the Immortal Spirit Continent for 300 years,

Xiao Xiaofan stood below the stage, as insignificant as an ant, watching the peerless prodigies above. At last, he let out a long sigh and silently turned away.

"After eighty-one lifetimes of torment at the hands of the Divine Ancestor, I’m exhausted in body and soul."

Xiao Xiaofan was finally tired. He no longer wanted to pursue this so-called path to immortality and enlightenment, because it was utterly meaningless!

Three hundred years later, on a small island in the distant sea,

Xiao Xiaofan looked at the saber in his hand, stained with the blood of countless members of his own race. At last, he put it down.

"These man-eating gods and Buddhas, this ridiculous Heavenly Dao, this meager fortune!"

Another three hundred years passed.

"Disciple! I’ve done it! The Flawless Blended Spirit Pill, refined from countless geniuses and prodigies!"

Looking back, Xiao Xiaofan suddenly remembered the person he had been, standing below that stage all those years ago, and his laughable A-Q mentality.

"Heh. Mediocre men have ambitions as short-lived as blades of grass, and even a thousand years of hardship cannot fulfill their dreams! But I am no mediocre man, nor am I a blade of grass!"

Years later, after ascending to the Upper Realm, Xiao Xiaofan left behind a diary titled: From the start, I was baffled as my younger brother stole my fortune!

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