Stranded on a Deserted Island, I've Become an Immortal

Mo Ran had secluded himself in cultivation for a hundred years.

The moment he emerged, he heard that someone wanted to seize his island.

Mo Ran calmly picked a bit of earwax from his ear.

"What's that?"

"Earwax."

Mo Ran flicked it with his finger. It shot into the sea at the speed of sound.

With a thunderous boom, a column of water surged into the sky, reaching the heavens.

"What's that?"

Mo Ran picked out another bit of earwax.

"A bomb..."

"Who does the island belong to?"

"You..."

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