On the Fine Self-Cultivation of Cultivating Immortals

Introduction: The delicate, feminine and pretty scholar was brutally humiliated and beaten, had his fingers cut off and was imprisoned in a dark sect dungeon. The dungeon at midnight seemed particularly peaceful except for the constant snoring and the sounds of insects and rats escaping. However, the scholar's dungeon quietly started to commotion, first with roars, and then from time to time, "gei~gei~gei..." Mean smiles, mixed with bursts of painful low roars... Is it the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality? Welcome to the world of Zhang Jiuchuan, a delicate and weak scholar. Zhang Jiuchuan: I, Zhang Jiuchuan, am a serious person. I don't know whether the author is serious or not. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.