Not Crossing

My name is Chang An. My classmates said that there was no hope for me to build a foundation and that I would have to work as a handyman in the outer sect for the rest of my life. What they don't know is that I tried it the day I was pushed off the cliff – I couldn't die. While others cultivate for one life, I live for ten lives; while others strive for the world, I strive to survive. When Huo Jinghong stepped on me to reach the top, I was counting stones at the bottom of the cliff; when he became a legend, no one in the sect remembered what he looked like, and I was still weeding on his grave. Three hundred years, five hundred years, one thousand years, I have changed my name and my identity: I have been a medicine farmer, I have set up battles, I have taught, I have led soldiers, I have also sat on that dragon chair. I don't want to win anyone, I just want to live until I understand one thing - why I can't die. Until one day I discovered that someone was specifically looking for people like me. They were never after my life. What they want is my years. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.