After Three Thousand Years Hidden in the Sect, I Became an Immortal

Other cultivators fight for resources and opportunities, risking life and limb. I cultivate for one reason only: to keep my head down. I’m the lowest-ranking odd-job worker in the Aoki Sect, with mediocre spiritual roots and a cultivation level forever stuck at the third layer of Qi Refining. I don’t compete, I don’t cause trouble, and I’m harmless to everyone. My fellow disciples call me useless, the elders think I’m dull, and I’ve swept the floors three hundred years longer than anyone else. They don’t know this: I’ve been keeping my head down in this rundown sect for three thousand years. For three thousand years, I’ve pored over ancient texts, practiced in silence, and kept my edge hidden. When the sect tournament begins and powerful enemies close in, leaving the entire sect helpless, I gently raise a hand. One sword strike shatters the stars. One thought brings heaven and earth to heel. Everyone stares in shock: “Weren’t you only at the third layer of Qi Refining?!” I smile faintly. “Sorry. I kept my head down for so long that I accidentally became an immortal.”