Fang Qizhen was the biggest laggard among the younger generation in the cultivation world, widely regarded as a useless nobody among a crowd of peerless prodigies.
It was especially hard to bear when compared with the other sect's transcendent chief disciple. Fang Qizhen trained diligently day and night, yet his mediocre abilities made him seem like a joke.
Fang Qizhen had practiced swordsmanship desperately for ten years just to scrape his way into the basics.
Shen Che glanced at it once and comprehended its Dao intent.
Fang Qizhen had practiced a spell for three years just to become barely proficient.
Shen Che didn't even need to form the hand seals. With an indifferent expression, he spoke, and the spell took effect.
Fang Qizhen: ...
I, a devout believer, would gladly eat vegetarian for the rest of my life in exchange for a world without Shen Che.
Perhaps the heavens heard his wish. A bolt of lightning struck him and sent him a thousand years into the future, to the Age of Declining Dharma.
By then, the cultivation world's spiritual energy had dried up, and the place was crawling with weaklings.
After transmigrating, Fang Qizhen could casually kill a little demon beast that had been commonplace a thousand years ago.
The various immortal sects exclaimed, "The Immortal Elder killed with one strike the Demon King we could barely defeat even by joining forces!"
Fang Qizhen: ?
He cautiously pulled out some low-grade talisman paper he'd once gotten as part of a buy-one-get-eight-free deal.
Everyone exclaimed, "The Immortal Elder truly keeps his abilities hidden. He has so many rare spirit talismans, each worth a fortune!"
Fang Qizhen: He admitted it. This felt great.
Before long, word of the emergence of an ancient immortal spread throughout the cultivation world. The various immortal sects all extended invitations, and even the mysterious Immortal Alliance Council invited him to take charge at its headquarters.
Fang Qizhen happily changed into a new Daoist robe and entered the Immortal Alliance's grand hall amid an endless stream of praise.
There, seated high on the main dais, was a sword cultivator with unfathomable power and an aloof, striking appearance. The all-too-familiar young man lifted his eyes and looked over calmly.
Fang Qizhen: Shen Che!!!
When Shen Che was young, he adored the little one from the neighboring sect. Watching the little one lavish praise on a senior sister who trained diligently, Shen Che began his own path of fiercely competitive cultivation.
Later, he realized that the more advanced his cultivation became, the worse the little one's expression grew. He even stopped hearing the "Brother Shen Che" he'd once heard so often.
Theme: Life is precious
