In This Life, I Cultivate First: From Dying of Overwork to Working Overtime
The moment I opened my eyes, snowflakes rushed toward me, and the bone-deep cold made me wail.
A gigantic nine-tailed fox picked me up in its mouth and carried me back to its cave.
Mama Fox fed me her milk and took me running and leaping across ravines every day.
Five years later, she'd finally gathered enough energy to take human form.
The first time I stepped out of the cave, I saw people who could talk and learned that cultivating immortality was real.
I pointed at them. “Mama Fox, are those immortals who deliver takeout?”
Mama Fox looked proud. “No, Dong'er. They're gods.”
But I could draw in spiritual energy at the age of five, all because my father had the Heavenly Dipper Divine Physique.
One day of cultivation with this divine physique was worth ten years for an ordinary mortal.
Me: “Gotta grind?”
No, that's god-tier grinding.
