I'm Really Not Strong, I've Just Lived a Little Too Long

In the final years of antiquity, cultivation resources ran dry, and only a handful of people managed to ascend. To avoid being swallowed up and devoured, the minor sects staked the fate of their entire sects on a single person. The race was on.

The Tengyun Sect still had a sliver of its former foundation, but its disciples were of little use. The elders decided to head down the mountain and find someone...

Xiao Jiu was born in an ordinary village. By the age of fifteen, he had stood at death's door four times. Frail and sickly, he and his parents were looked down on by the villagers. They named him Xiao Jiu in the hope that, like a cat, he would have nine lives.

To keep him alive, Xiao Jiu's parents begged one sect after another to take him in. But the sects were struggling to survive themselves, and none wanted another burden. Just when all hope seemed lost, the Tengyun Sect's leader discovered that Xiao Jiu was no ordinary boy...

After Xiao Jiu followed the sect leader back to the sect, his presence sparked controversy. The leader was even accused of being senile, until Xiao Jiu's strength at the sect tournament silenced the doubters...

With resources pouring his way, Xiao Jiu was ready to face the tribulation of ascension just three years later. But just as everything seemed to be going smoothly, he lost all his magical power and became a complete cripple. With no cultivation technique to protect him, he faced the final bolt of lightning head-on.

It is now the year 2050. Xiao Jiu works as a janitor at the Psychic Academy, still looking eighteen despite a thousand years having passed. That final bolt of lightning made him immortal.

As spiritual energy grows more abundant, many unknown mysteries sealed away since ancient times are slowly awakening. The Psychic Academy was founded to eliminate these dangerous mysteries.

Of course, apart from Xiao Jiu, there isn't a single normal person in the place...