The Impostor Great True Man

Spiritual qi revival happened out of the blue. It wasn't world-shattering, but its effects were quietly felt everywhere. One day, Ye Fan woke up to find that the whole world seemed to have changed. Aunt Li's rooster was strutting through the streets on the back of a yellow dog, the cat owned by the little girl next door liked walking on two legs, and the bricks in the hands of the qigong master had become real.

After his night shift, Ye Fan passed the entrance to an urban village and saw white light shining from the ancient well that the village elders considered ominous.

As the saying goes, who wakes first from the great dream? You still need an alarm clock. This is the story of a good man in the city. It wasn't until Ye Fan was pulled into a group by a fellow named Zhen Yuanzi that he realized he'd merely jumped from one well into another. Fellow cultivator, how are you? Would you like some ginseng fruit?

PS: The ends of the earth can't compare to a carefree life among the clouds and wild cranes, unconcerned with the passing years. In the breeze beneath the moon, all one seeks is freedom, needing nothing from the outside world. This vast world, with its endless mortal bustle, cannot compare to a spring within the heart. Turn back, and there are drifting petals and willow fluff, distant waters and faint mists.