Cultivating Immortality as a Dentist: Root Canals Can Ascend to Heaven

My name is Bai Daguo, and before I transmigrated, I was a master dentist. > I had barely arrived when cultivators started dueling, and a flying sword shot straight at my face. > Professional instinct kicked in. I grabbed my forceps and caught it. “Open wide! Let me take a look!” > The cultivators stared in shock. This man caught a Nascent Soul flying sword with his bare hands? > From then on, the cultivation world took a strange turn: >, At the sect tournament, I brandished a high-speed turbine drill. “Bear with it. This wisdom tooth is inflamed and interfering with your Core Formation.” >, Demonic qi on the attack? My tooth-cleaning immortal tool whirred, and the demonic cultivator walked away with eight cavities exposed. >, The patriarch had suffered a toothache for three hundred years. When I filled his cavity, a lost cultivation manual fell out. “It was just stuck between your teeth.” > Later, when the Demon Lord marched on us with his army, I grinned alongside my patients. >, Amid a sky full of magical treasures, a hundred thousand gleaming sets of braces blinded the Demon Lord.