Cultivating Immortality in Detective Conan

#Detective Conan Fanfiction #A Real Black Organization Member #Cultivation Transmigration Transmigrating once was already an unlucky twist of fate. Who could have guessed he would be reborn in another world a second time? In his previous life, he struggled for over a decade in a fantasy cultivation world and attained the Great Dao. He thought he would return to his homeland once he found the right opportunity, but instead, he accidentally fell into the world of Detective Conan. His spiritual power was sealed away and unusable, so he had to start cultivating all over again. Spiritual energy was scarce, there were no spiritual veins, strange murders plagued the city, and the Black Organization cast its shadow everywhere. He had planned to keep a low profile, stay alive, and slowly rebuild his cultivation while searching for a way home. But as soon as he landed, he ran straight into the murderous Gin, with a gun pointed at him. Forced into the game, he was recruited by the Organization and given the codename Black Liquor. While others transmigrate into Detective Conan to follow the main plot and latch onto powerful allies, he gets a hellish start from the start: With his cultivation destroyed, he must train from scratch. As a genuine member of the Black Organization, surrounded by undercover agents, he has to deal with Gin every day. He keeps his head down and stays alive while absorbing spiritual energy to rebuild his immortal cultivation, all the while plotting carefully amid the cases and the Organization's undercurrents, waiting for a chance to return to his original world.