Since When Is Cultivation Supposed to Be Proper?

Chen Zhu transmigrated to the world of cultivation and fell in love with it the moment he opened his eyes. Roosters carried spiritual herbs in their beaks and breathed clouds of smoke; ducks could become kites with a string tied to them; spirit beasts with twin ponytails could fly whenever they pleased... He loved it so much that he couldn't bear to die. “I want to live forever!” Chen Zhu declared from behind a big blue ox. “He's over there! Hurry and catch him, don't let him get away!” “Not again.”