After scraping by for a thousand years, the Starry Star Sect is finally down to just five disciples. To survive in this cruel cultivation world, they resolutely choose to contact their founding patriarch, who ascended a thousand years ago, and ask him for five so-called methods of becoming an immortal.
The eldest senior brother looks at the huge iron hammer in his hands. "Did the patriarch really become an immortal by blacksmithing?"
The second senior brother says nothing, spending every day plowing the fields and growing vegetables.
The eldest senior sister stays behind closed doors, teaching the youngest junior sister to write and paint.
The illiterate youngest junior brother says, "Whatever's in the book, I'll raise it..."
Jiang Chen, hiding away in a tiny pocket space, wipes away a bead of sweat at the sight. "I'm just a mortal, the most useless transmigrator there is. That so-called ascension was nothing but me using the System to trade for a pocket space where time passes differently, so I could lie low. How could I possibly have peerless immortal techniques to pass on to you? Could people from Earth really cultivate immortality?"
A few years later, a mighty cultivator passes over the Starry Star Sect. "Are immortals these days really so low-key? They're hiding out here, farming and forging iron!"
