[Urban lie-flat life + spiritual qi revival + no female lead]
My name is Nie Qiu. I’ve been alive for 11,400 years.
In this age of spiritual decline, the path to immortality has been severed, and I’m the last cultivator in the world.
To avoid attracting Heaven’s attention, I sealed my immortal power and settled into life as an ordinary shut-in.
I get hungry, sleepy, play video games, and curse out my teammates.
There’s only one difference: I can’t die, I don’t age, and my memories never fade.
And anyone who crosses my line is as good as dead.
My neighbors think I’m a good-for-nothing. Passing disciples from the sects don’t even spare me a glance.
That’s just fine. I’d be delighted if the whole world forgot about me.
Then a ferocious beast awoke in the back hills, and three sect disciples fell to their knees, begging for their lives.
I put down my phone and sighed. “Could you let me finish this match in peace?”
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