Wu Qianxing loses all his cultivation and is hunted by countless enemies. He dies, comes back to life, and thinks he's returned to his hometown of Yunling thousands of years in the past.
He turns over a new leaf, puts away his arrogance, pretends to take a foolish master, and learns some utterly useless techniques. From time to time, he secretly guides his obedient, well-behaved junior brothers and sisters. His plan is to establish the number one sect before his enemies have a chance to grow powerful.
But less than two years later, he discovers that his so-called master isn't really foolish. He's a fraud.
This is thousands of years in the future. Spiritual energy has nearly vanished, immortal arts have been lost, and the world is now called a technological society.
"Oh no, the kids have never experienced modern society and think they're from ancient times."
"It'll be hard for them to fit in. They could cause trouble."
"Let's take it step by step. Special education, regular counseling. Maybe we can still help them."
Who? Who are you talking about helping?
Who can't fit into "normal" life and needs special care?
Wu Qianxing looks at the strangely dressed men and women wearing sympathetic expressions, and declares with absolute conviction:
"I've never believed in immortal cultivation!"
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Wu Qianxing is too proud to admit defeat, so he imitates the words and mannerisms of modern people and even makes up a fake home address and backstory.
But the immortal arts he teaches his junior brother give him away, drawing out his old enemy Ji Ting, who has somehow survived until now.
This is bad. Are they about to fight to the death?
But the person who once said he'd recognize Wu Qianxing even if he were reduced to ashes stares in silence for a while at his flashy, rainbow-lit headphones and ripped jeans, then says,
"You're not him."
Wu Qianxing: Thank goodness :)
"You're his reincarnation."
Wu Qianxing: Once my cultivation is restored, I'll toss those blind eyes of yours into a spirit spring and wash them for forty-nine days.
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Thousands of years ago, every cultivator knew this:
Only mortals could be reincarnated. After reincarnation, their souls took a different form, karma was erased, and they had nothing to do with their previous lives. This was an unbreakable law of Heaven.
Mortals prayed for a next life. Cultivators believed only in this one.
Ji Ting had fallen into deep sleep several times to prolong his life, waking each time with less than a tenth of his cultivation remaining.
Only now did he finally give up hope.
He would never live to apologize to Wu Qianxing.
Theme: Treat others sincerely
