Immortality from the Start: I Cultivate for Survival

[A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality] [Long Life] [No System] [The Ultimate in Keeping a Low Profile] [Vivid Characters] [When You Can No Longer Endure, There Is No Need to Endure]

The immortal Lin Qi had planned to quietly keep his head down for ten thousand years.

Until one day, an old mortal gave him a bowl of hot noodles and a scholar's robe, then softly said, "Stay."

The old man died. It was the first time Lin Qi had ever shed a tear.

Over the long years, he gradually came to understand: immortality meant lying low and clinging to life, but life itself was passion and defiance.

Ten thousand years passed, yet that bowl of hot noodles from long ago never let him grow cold and hard as a stone. Deep in his heart, a trace of human warmth endured.