Now That We're Cultivating Immortality, Who Wants to Be a Workhorse?

There are countless wage slaves, but I'm the one and only immortal!

After thirty years as a wage slave, Wang Xiaochen accidentally transmigrated to the Immortal Martial World.

“What? Wang Xiaochen is physically impaired and can't cultivate immortality?”

The Prince of Ning's heir: “Come on, let's head to the Black Mountain Secret Realm. I'll take the lead!”

“What? Wang Xiaochen needs rare medicinal herbs?”

The Lord of Qingfeng City: “Brother Xiaochen, you must accept these herbs. If you refuse, you'll be insulting me.”

“What? The Medicine King can help Wang Xiaochen recover?”

The Prince of Ning's daughter: “Hand it over!”

“What? Wang Xiaochen wants to learn ancient witchcraft?”

The Fox Clan's Holy Maiden: “Surely it wouldn't be too much if I offered myself to him?”

“What? Wang Xiaochen wants to sit on the dragon throne?”

The Great Zhou Emperor: “It's just one extra chair. Add it! Make it a huge one!”

“I, Wang Xiaochen, have already embarked on the path of immortality. I won't be a wage slave anymore!”

“Whether princes and princesses, prodigies and darlings, demons, immortals, or gods...

Every last one of them will be a wage slave on my path to immortality!”

These were Wang Xiaochen's bold words as he set out on the path of cultivation.