You Said Taoist Cultivation Was for Health, So How Did You Master the Golden Core Method?

An Jing transmigrates into the body of an utterly ordinary Taoist priest on Mount Longhu.

While others cultivate immortality through sudden enlightenment, he does it by taking care of his health.

He diligently brushes his hair three hundred times every day and activates the Green Emperor’s Longevity Art.

He taps his teeth thirty-six times each morning and automatically learns the Vajra Jade Bones Chapter.

After drinking a bowl of porridge with Solomon’s seal and goji berries that has simmered for two hours, the System announces: “Congratulations! Your Golden Core has begun to form, and your foundation is stable!”

All he wants is to lie flat in peace.

Unfortunately, his junior sister holds up her phone and follows him around filming every day.

The livestream is even titled “The Handsomest Taoist on the Internet: A Laid-Back Daily Life.”

When An Jing brushes his hair, the comments say he’s performing a ritual.

When he yawns, viewers say he has achieved unity with Heaven and humanity.

When he casually plucks a white hair, the screen fills with: Senior Brother has severed the Three Corpses today!

An Jing says, “I really just got tired from brushing my hair.”

Then Su Qianxue, the internet’s number-one fraud exposer, storms up to the temple gate with a camera. A million viewers are watching the livestream.

She intends to expose the last “immortality-cultivation scammer” on Mount Longhu.

Pointing at An Jing, who is meditating, she says, “Reverend, do you dare take one of my blows?”

An Jing opens his eyes and yawns. “Could you wait a moment? I’m sunbathing for my health, and I haven’t gotten my ten minutes of sun today.”

Su Qianxue strikes with her palm.

But she is the one sent flying backward.

The entire internet explodes: “???”

The security footage is replayed in slow motion again and again.

An Jing doesn’t even move. He merely squints in the sunlight, and a golden glow flashes around him for an instant, like a god accidentally opening his eyes.

That night, the great hidden sects convene an emergency closed-door meeting: “What level has that Taoist on Mount Longhu, who sunbathes every day, actually reached?”