The Immortal Coffin Carries Me Across

[Mortal's Journey + Cultivation + Lying Low Until the End + Female Ghost in a Coffin + Underdog's Comeback + Mutual Salvation + Political Intrigue + Long, Satisfying Read]

A flash flood swept through the back hills of Qingxi Village and collapsed the graveyard nobody had ever dared to look at.

A white jade coffin emerged from the mud, carved with cloud patterns and wound with golden threads, so clean it didn't have a speck of dirt on it.

The villagers fell to their knees, calling it an ill omen. That night, Lu Qing, a sixteen-year-old orphaned hunter, took a woodcutter's knife and opened the coffin.

There was no corpse inside. Only the faint, fading soul of a woman. She opened her eyes, looked at him, and said three words:

“My name is Ah Heng.”

That night, she took up residence in his sea of consciousness.

He had four spirit roots, all mixed and impure, and the fate of a good-for-nothing despised by everyone. She was a remnant soul from ten thousand years ago who couldn't remember who she was.

He needed to survive. She needed to remember.

And so a menial servant, a coffin, and a wisp of soul began their journey in the lowest wood shed of Luoxia Sect...

Others ascended to greatness in a single step; he advanced one bloody step at a time. Others asked about immortality; he first asked how to escape.

He pushed through Qi Refining until he coughed blood, staked his life on Foundation Establishment, fought the heavens themselves to form his Golden Core, and crawled out of a pile of corpses to reach Nascent Soul.

Three hundred years later, when he looked back, the people who could once have killed him with a single slap had grass growing over their graves, higher than a person.

And the woman in the coffin finally remembered who she was...

And who had nailed her inside that coffin.