You Sent Me to a Low-Martial World, So I Snuck Into Doushuai Palace to Steal Immortal Pills

“Lu Chen, are you out of your mind? That's an SSS-rank Journey to the West death realm. Even a Grandmaster can't last half a day in there. What would a dead-last nobody like you do there? No one would even collect your corpse!”

“Who says I'm going there to die?” Lu Chen smiled.

In this parallel world, where myths and legends don't exist, Blue Star martial artists are still fighting tooth and nail over a copy of the Muscle-Tendon Change Classic. Little do they know that high above the thirty-third heaven, in the place known as the “Heavenly Palace of Certain Death,” the Grand Supreme Elder Lord is refining pills.

With the Alchemy Critical Hit System bound to him from the start, Lu Chen can get ten times the effect just by hanging around while someone else spends a hundred years cultivating and refining a batch of immortal pills!

While the Martial God of Blue Star is being swatted away by a little demon, Lu Chen is already lounging in the Doushuai Palace with his legs crossed.

“Elder Lord, this batch of Nine-Turn Golden Pills could use a little more heat. Want me to fan the flames for you?”

Years later, ten thousand demons descend upon the world. Lu Chen casually tosses out a handful of immortal pills, and heaven and earth split apart.

The entire world drops to its knees. “You call that useless?!”