When a ray of resurrection light shone in the ashes of the alchemy furnace, and he crawled out of the pile of dead people, he still held half of a bellyband with the words "Exclusively for Social Deaths" in his hand. He didn't know why he could come back from the dead again and again. He only knew that as long as someone wanted to kill him, that person's face would become redder than his butt.
When he first entered the world of cultivating immortals, he was a servant at the bottom of the sect. He was stepped on, beaten, and thrown into the alchemy furnace to be turned into slag. But every death is like opening a treasure chest of pranks - an automatic broadcast of the dark history of a certain elder's youth, a secret broadcast of a certain prodigy's crush on his master's wife, live broadcast throughout the sect, and even the mountain guardian spirit beasts are infected by his "resurrection flow" and suffer from the occupational disease of public defecation. As a result, the name "street cleaning tiger" spread like wildfire, and wherever it went, people and animals avoided it.
He's not invincible, he's just not afraid of death.
He does not rely on cultivation, but only on "touching porcelain".
He has no serious martial arts, but he has a bunch of weird skills: top-notch barbecue skills, Buddhist lion roar (with mosquito special effects), and the "Huang Appraisal Encyclopedia" that can identify real and fake bellybands.
As his cultivation skyrocketed and his reputation spread far and wide, he stepped onto a broader stage - the Demonic Convention, the Holy Land of Monsters, the Pure Land of Buddhism... Anyone who messed with him would be killed. His name became taboo, and his deeds were compiled into the "Record of Disaster Stars" and spread throughout the world.
But when he stood on the tribulation platform, overlooking all living beings, he found that every resurrection was pushing him to a cold and ruthless end.
If immortality means losing oneself, should he continue to seek death?
