A Hundred-Year-Old Man? I'm Still the Strongest at Cultivating Immortality

After transmigrating, I lived for eighty years. At ninety-nine, I was on the verge of death. The wife who had been cast out by the immortal sect had become a heaven’s favorite. She tossed me a life-extending talisman as if bestowing charity. She sneered. “You’re a mere mortal. Just wait for death in peace.” No one knew that the jade pendant on my chest concealed a pocket dimension that could turn trash into treasure. When I summoned a Foundation Establishment tribulation on the day of her grand wedding and smashed her Dao companion’s protective treasure with one punch, she went pale and asked in a trembling voice who I was. I brushed the dust from my sleeves and said calmly, “Just an old man here to settle an eighty-year-old score with you.”