I’ve Lived for Two Thousand Years and Become the Pinnacle of the Mystic Arts

I’m the last fangshi of the Qin dynasty. My master, Xu Fu, used what remained of the Chinese dragon veins to refine two immortality pills, and had me test one first. After taking it, I entered a deathlike sleep for a hundred years. When I woke, the Qin had fallen and the Han dynasty was just beginning. Over the next two thousand years, Qi cultivation evolved into internal alchemy, then the talismanic schools, the Orthodox Unity school, and the Complete Perfection school. I witnessed the evolution of every generation’s cultivation system with my own eyes. And the immortality pill inside me, fused with the power of the dragon veins, continued to evolve: Early stage: An incorruptible body, immune to all poisons A century later: Superhuman senses, able to see qi and read fortune A millennium later: Spiritual power spanning ten li in every direction, able to summon wind and rain with ease Two thousand years later: ??? Even I don’t know where the limits lie. In the twenty-first century, spiritual energy is thin and the mystic arts have fallen into decline. The Heavenly Masters’ Mansion claims to be the “orthodox tradition of the Daoist sects.” Its headmaster has reached the fourth rank, the pinnacle of the modern world. The Shangqing school of Maoshan sent all its forces to attack a mountain spirit. They fought for three days and three nights, suffering heavy casualties. I happened to pass by and casually waved a hand. The mountain spirit was reduced to ashes. A Maoshan grandmaster asked in a trembling voice, “Fellow Daoist... what realm have you reached?” I thought it over. “I don’t think your current system has a name for it.” “Let’s put it this way. You can call me...” “Fangshi.” The only fangshi in the world, the last cultivator from the pre-Qin era. Starting today, it’s time to change the rules of the mystic world.