Zhang Qiming, a delivery rider clad in a yellow uniform, loved nothing more than reading novels, especially tales of cultivation and ghosts. He was always imagining himself cultivating immortality, soaring through the skies and roaming the earth.
But one day, he was riding his electric scooter across the road, lost in a daydream and paying no attention to the traffic lights. Zhang Qiming really did take flight, then came crashing down after traveling five meters.
After that, he found himself vomiting blood, his internal organs displaced. And then there was nothing more...
When he opened his eyes again, he had become Zhang Qiming, an orphan from the Zhang family, part of the same batch of orphans as Xiao Ge Zhang Qiling. They were in Sishui City, where the clan leader had assigned them the role of blood banks, supplying the clansmen with Qilin blood...
Zhang Qiming was so weak he could barely open his eyes. More than ten of the people brought in with him had already died from losing too much blood. He had just transmigrated, and it seemed he was about to die again.
Just then, a cultivation System bound itself to him and helped him fake his death and escape from Sishui City.
After regaining his strength, Zhang Qiming headed south to the capital, where he met Daoist Priest Qianhe, who was working for the imperial household.
Zhang Qiming was a delivery rider clad in a yellow uniform whose greatest hobby was reading novels, whether about immortal heroes or ghosts. He could never get enough of them. He always dreamed that one day he would cultivate into an immortal just like the characters in those books, soaring through the skies and roaming the earth, free beneath the heavens.
But reality is always stranger than fantasy.
That day, he hurried across the road on his electric scooter without noticing the traffic lights. And sure enough, he really did “fly,” tracing a far from graceful arc through the air before crashing down hard after traveling five meters