You Use Magic, but I Cultivate Immortality

The Spirit-Slaying Mage, red-eyed: I haven't even finished chanting my secret spell, and Jiang Feng has already smashed more than a dozen magical treasures down on me. I'm reporting him.

The knight order's commander, on the verge of tears: My three thousand elite dragon knights hadn't even launched their attack before Jiang Feng swept every last one away with a single move, Great River From the Heavens. Damn it.

The High Priest of the Holy Temple, eyes shining: The fanciest thing we travel on is a flying carpet inlaid with gold and gems, but Jiang Feng's mount is some kind of purple jade qilin that covers a million li in a day? By the way, Feng, would you sell the qilin? Name your price.

Cat-eared witch: Brother Feng's divine sense sweeps over me, claiming he's checking my cultivation level, but why does it tickle so much?

This is the epic tale of a young man from an Eastern fantasy continent who trounces the Western magic continent.

Being invincible feels great.

Come on in and have a blast, guys. A man's ultimate fantasy awaits in this book.

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