[Lighthearted Power Fantasy] [Cultivation] [Pay-to-Win] [Gap Moe] [Face-Slapping Comeback]
To cut to the chase: I'm the grandmaster of the immortals, but I'm in the terminal stages of brain cancer, with only three months left to live.
This is just absurd.
I'm slurping instant noodles in my rented room, wondering how I'll afford my next meal.
My first disciple is in the cultivation world, treating instant noodle broth like celestial nectar. After drinking it, he says he's going into seclusion to break through to the Golden Core realm.
I get laid off by my boss and leave with my tail between my legs, carrying my things in a bundle.
My second disciple, a cold and otherworldly Nascent Soul elder, is holding the casual scribbling I gave him: "The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao." He asks me, looking utterly shaken, to explain the ultimate truths of the universe.
To scrape together money for medical bills, I put some 9.9-yuan, free-shipping pantyhose from Pinduoduo up for sale.
My precious grand-disciple wears them and withstands the enemy's flying sword, a magical treasure, at the sect tournament, becoming famous in a single battle.
The entire cultivation world is spreading the tale that the mysterious "Ethereal Grandmaster" is richer than a nation and possesses divine powers.
Meanwhile, I just got nagged by a nurse for the third time because I couldn't pay my hospital bill.
Me, covering my face: Please, can you cultivators be a little more reliable? If you don't cash out those spirit stones for me soon, your grandmaster is really going to kick the bucket!
