After Losing His Memory, the Immortal Venerable Relies on His Wife to Survive
I was Ling Chen, a Golden Immortal who had come closer than anyone else in the immortal realm to the Heavenly Way, but I was ambushed and cast down into the mortal world. When I woke up, I was lying in a pile of straw in a ruined temple. I had lost my cultivation, my memories, even my name. To fill my stomach, I had to take a job as a bookkeeper in Qingluan Town. Then I met A Qing, a half-demon girl who kept saying I had a “pleasantly poor smell” about me. I taught her to read, and she taught me to steal chickens and pick pockets. Life was pretty good. Until the day cultivators from an immortal sect flew in on their swords to slaughter demons, and she shielded me with her life. Amid the blood-red sky, I instinctively raised my hand and formed a sword seal. The immortal power dormant within me for a thousand years suddenly awakened. In the fragments of my memories, I was driving A Qing’s true form onto the Immortal-Slaying Pillar with my own hands.
