He Has a Disease Called Immortality, and All He Has Left Is a Cleaver

[Immortal longevity through the ages] [Loneliness and solitude] [Taking disciples into the sect]

[Mostly everyday life] [Female lead transmigrates]

{Nickname: The Immortal Who Carries a Cleaver}

{A guide for readers: Everyday life, warmth, and tranquility. No killing, peaceful cultivation. The male lead is invincible; the female lead transmigrates.}

In my first few years of cultivation, people called me a good-for-nothing. I was so ashamed and furious, but powerless to fight back.

A hundred years later, someone called me a good-for-nothing. I shouted, “Your grandpa’s right here! Wanna fight?”

A thousand years later, someone called me a good-for-nothing again. I couldn’t be bothered to say much, so I grabbed my cleaver and charged.

Many, many years passed, and someone still called me a good-for-nothing. I smiled calmly and walked away.

I’ve experienced everything there is to experience: turning the tables, dominating the world, becoming invincible.

Now, all the world remembers is that there was once a supreme ruler who wielded a cleaver.

Everyone connected to me is gone, family and enemies alike. I’m the only one still alive.

I decided to leave this world, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t die.

The immortality I once dreamed of had become a terrible disease, one that was lonely and cold.

Until one day, a girl asked me for help. After I helped her, I stared at the cut on my hand from chopping vegetables and suddenly understood: she was the cure for my immortality.