Lazing Around in the Cultivation World

I, Hu Gao, have died twice.

The first time, I worked myself to the bone and dropped dead. The second time, I played by the rules and cultivated diligently until I cultivated myself to death.

After living two lives, I learned just one thing: the harder you try, the worse your luck.

This time, I won't listen to anyone. I'm just going to lie flat.

While others sit in meditation and breathe in spiritual energy, I sleep in a coffin. While others cultivate spiritual energy, I cultivate the Heart Sutra of the Longevity Tree.

A useless spiritual root? No problem. I don't care about spiritual roots or aptitude. All I need is a coffin.

As I lay around, I got my senior fellow disciple in the inner sect to lie flat, then the outer sect disciples, and eventually half of the Xuanmu Sect.

The Sect Master called me a cultist.

I said my back just hurts, and I want to lie down.

Later, a saying spread throughout the cultivation world: Don't mess with that guy who lies around. He'll make you lie down for good, too.