I'm Not a Cultivator

The Ordinary Young Man:

I always thought I was a cultivator, until one day I discovered I was practicing the Immortal-Slaying Art! But my Dao companion and my brothers are all immortals. What should I do? Waiting for an answer, and I’m in a real hurry!

The Shameless Young Man:

I swagger like the wind, and it’s always at my side. Hey, you there, immortal! Come over here and let me kill you!

The Literary Young Man:

That year, snow fell over the mortal world. I stood atop the highest peak, my sword raised against the dust of the world, and sighed: “How many affairs, ancient and modern, have become nothing more than stories told over a laugh?”

The Veteran Driver:

I just want to cultivate. Fairies, would you please stop crowding around me? Don’t ignore me, okay? I’m not a cultivator, I’m an immortal slayer! Careful, or I’ll eat you all!