Cultivating in Secret: Mastery Leads to Immortality

Liu Chen's fingertips swept across the blue glow flickering in midair: [Purple Bamboo Scripture, Body Tempering Chapter: Proficiency +1] After transmigrating to this world, his greatest advantage wasn't talent, but a proficiency panel that quietly accumulated progress. “Those who show off are easily broken. Keep a low profile, and live forever.” He wrote these eight words on the first page of his cultivation journal, then concealed his edge and kept his head down. When his fellow disciples fought over treasures, he stayed well away. When prodigies dazzled the world, he lowered his eyes and cultivated. The years passed silently, and the numbers on his panel quietly ticked upward. Until the day a powerful enemy came knocking, sneering at him as a useless nobody. Liu Chen raised his eyes, and ten thousand sword beams burst from his sleeves, pouring down like a river of stars. “I don't compete, but that doesn't mean I can't.” Three thousand years later, atop the immortal sect. The prodigies who once shook the world had long since vanished into the passage of time. Only a line in the historical records remained: “The most mysterious seeker of the Dao took the longest road, starting from the most ordinary of beginnings. To this day, later generations still cannot fathom how this cultivator, who was always practicing in a corner, rose to the summit above all living beings.”