I Can't Even Get Enough to Eat, So Why Bother Cultivating Immortality?

Other people cultivate immortality with spiritual roots. Chen Zhuo does it with his dad, even though his “dad” only exists in his head and dishes out intense mental abuse every day.

“Look at you! You think you can cultivate immortality looking like that? Back in my day, I could draw in qi faster while laying bricks!”

“Foundation Establishment? Even the dog at the sect next door has reached the Golden Core stage! How dare you still be breathing?”

“Crying? Hold those tears back! Circulate your cultivation technique! You good-for-nothing!”

Chen Zhuo discovers that the harsher his “dad” insults him, the faster his cultivation improves. Call him lazy, and his body cultivates on its own. Call him stupid, and he masters spells without a teacher. Call him poor, and he finds rare materials just by going outside.

But his “dad’s” expectations soar without limit as he grows stronger. When Chen Zhuo finally forms his Golden Core, trembling all the while, the roar in his head is deafening:

“Golden Core? And you’re proud of yourself?! Get to the Nascent Soul stage! If you’re not there by tomorrow, don’t call me Dad!”

Chen Zhuo clutches his head and weeps. “Dad, please give me a break. I can’t keep pushing myself like this…”

“Bullshit! I’m not done yelling at you! Get up and keep going!”