Immortality? I Keep Pushing the Limits Between Life and Death

“Danger?”

“Quick, tell me where the danger is!”

Shen Nanxing was thrilled. “The bigger the waves, the more valuable the fish. I love danger!”

“What?”

“Who did you say was the strongest?”

“Ancestor Yuehua?”

“Just wait. I’ll knock him off his pedestal right now.”

Shen Nanxing scoffed. “He’s nothing.”

“A genius from a Holy Land?”

“Which Holy Land? I’ll go seize his spiritual root and sell it.”

Shen Nanxing was indignant. In his whole life, there was nothing he hated more than the word “genius.”

The disciples asked, “Ancestor Nanxing, you make so much trouble. Aren’t you afraid of dying?”

Shen Nanxing replied, “Afraid of what? At worst, I’ll just start over.”

“Over all these years, which of the people I’ve killed wasn’t stronger than me?”

“I can’t be bothered to kill the weak. I usually just sell them off.”

One disciple said, “I heard that people with poor talent can’t cultivate immortality.”

“Damn it, who said that? I’ll go wipe out his entire family right now.”