I arrived in the immortal cultivation world and awakened a divine physique. I thought I was destined to defy the heavens.
Turns out I'm a living ten-thousand-year-old ginseng root.
A cool beauty gives me a sultry look. “Fellow Daoist, want to dual cultivate? I can do a little-girl voice.”
The Demon Saintess fights over me. “His first drop of essence has to be mine!”
Even a passing fox starts looking at me funny.
The entire immortal cultivation world wants a piece of me!
I have no choice but to switch into survival mode: cultivate divine arts by day and reinforce the formations by night.
Until one day, a group of empresses corners me.
I tremble. “Don't come any closer! If you do, I'll... I'll drain myself dry!”
Sigh. A man really has to protect himself when he's out and about.
