Other people transmigrate to the cultivation world and refine pills, practice swordsmanship, and cultivate techniques.
I transmigrated to the cultivation world and refine saltpeter, sulfur, and explosives.
Others rely on their cultivation to survive tribulations. I rely on formulas.
My sister asks why I keep blowing up the house.
I tell her, “It’s just an experiment. Failure is the mother of success.”
They call me the Medicine King Immortal Venerable, capable of refining miraculous medicines that shake heaven and earth.
The truth is, I’m just a chemistry graduate student who hasn’t finished his thesis.
Don’t ask me if I know how to cultivate immortality. The answer is: master math, physics, and chemistry, and you’ll have nothing to fear anywhere in the cultivation world.
In a word: when the cultivation world meets a chemistry student, a dimensionality-smashing beatdown begins!
