The Mortal Immortal Is Also an Immortal

He once touched the threshold of the immortal world, but due to an accident, his soul fell into the mortal world. When he woke up again, he became Duan Hongchen, a notorious prodigal with blocked meridians in the world. All magic is lost? No problem. He uses his experience in the immortal world as his eyes, and he can decipher the true meaning of martial arts of various schools at a glance. Low internal energy? Just right. Based on the remnants of alchemy, he pioneered the practice of refining medicine in martial arts. I wanted to play in the human world and wait for the opportunity to return to Jiutian. However, in this world of mortals, there are all inevitable disasters: The cold and arrogant heir to the sword pavilion pointed his sword at his fellow sect, just because he said "your sword has no heart"; The Saint of the Immortal Medicine Valley was willing to test the poison with her own body just to keep him drinking one more cup of tea in the valley; The witch who ruled the southern frontier scattered all the poison for him and said with a smile, "Bewitching you alone is more interesting than the whole world"; And the current eldest princess Qin Wanzhao, who looked somewhat similar to him but regarded him as the biggest threat in her life, was weaving a huge web. She had a deep-seated obsession and hostility towards him, but deep in her eyes, there was a trace of confusion and throbbing originating from the depths of her blood that even she could not decipher. Duan Hongchen was torn between love and murder, until at a palace night banquet, he saw the blurred reflection of his previous life in an ancient bronze mirror, which strangely overlapped with Qin Wan's face outside the mirror at a certain moment... A tremor originating from the origin of life suddenly spread throughout his body. He stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the chaotic rivers, lakes and courts below because of him. Finally, he looked at the majestic imperial city, and his chuckle turned into a complicated sigh: "I wanted to be a passer-by quietly, but this world of mortals... Had already written my name before I fell."