Cultivation is a hard and grueling path.
Absorbing Qi, nurturing one’s nature, sitting in meditation often took days on end.
It wasn’t uncommon to encounter bottlenecks that were difficult to break through—some cultivators secluded themselves for years, even decades.
Of course, there were exceptions: those with extraordinary bloodlines and innate talent who spent their days eating, drinking, and playing, yet their cultivation would soar without effort when the time came.
Otherwise, how could so many stories of young heroes and heroines meeting in the Jianghu exist in those novels?
Half good, half bad, Limuqun belonged to the kind of person who was clever but not exceptionally so.
He could cultivate, and his progress wasn’t slow. The bottlenecks that held others back for a lifetime were like flat ground to him.
He cultivated through sheer persistence.
With his Six Wheels of Embryonic Breath and ten layers of Qi refinement, those light-hearted comments from others—like “a young Foundation Establishment cultivator with great potential”—masked the blood and sweat behind it, known only to himself.
But Limuqun loved cultivation!
While his peers felt restless and agitated during meditation, from the first time he tried it at age six, he took to cultivation eagerly.
As long as he put in effort, there was always reward.
For Limuqun, who in his previous life had worked diligently for over ten years only to be suddenly fired, this felt like a fairy tale.
He savored this feeling so much he wished he could meditate twenty-four hours a day.
If it weren’t for the need to obtain high-level cultivation methods and miraculous pills,
he wouldn’t bother with the Three Sects and Nine Schools, nor would he deign to be a disciple of the Congealed Fat Peak.
Meditating and cultivating every day—wasn’t that just perfect?
Unfortunately, reality was harsh.
Without cultivation methods, bottlenecks were inevitable; without pills, one would always lag behind.
For Limuqun, who had been used to fierce competition in his past life, this was unacceptable.
If he was going to compete, he wanted to make a name for himself. If he was going to cultivate, he would reach a realm unmatched by anyone else.
So he voluntarily revealed his cultivation and was accepted by the Cloud Expanse Sect, worked hard, and successfully entered the Inner Sect.
But after becoming a disciple of the Congealed Fat Peak, everything went in a direction he couldn’t accept.
His master treated him with distance and disdain; daily he was tangled up in endless trivial tasks; cultivation methods and pills were only what the Sect Leader pitied him with—leftover and discarded by others.
With that, no matter how strong his will to seek the Dao, a crack of doubt finally appeared.
He began to harbor impure thoughts and even wanted to test his rather unorthodox System.
But after attempting to modify it under his incompetent master’s watch, nothing seemed to change…
Inside the wooden cabin, Limuqun couldn’t help but sigh.
Not only was it useless, but he seemed to have thoroughly offended Luozhilan.
His path of cultivation from now on would likely become even more difficult.
Pills, oh pills.
Without the supplies of the Immortal Dao, how could he possibly become an immortal?
At the lowest moment, a voice came to his ears—rude, disdainful, yet as clear and melodious as a warbler’s song.
“Hey, hey, useless senior brother, your junior sister is here to deliver your Immortal Dao supplies.”
Just like that, water comes when one is thirsty.
He hurriedly pushed open the wooden door, and a graceful figure stood elegantly outside the cabin.
She wore a red dress, her cherry blossom-colored hair cascading over her shoulders.
The wind lifted her hairband, making it look like a fiery cloud at sunset.
Her petite figure was not as mature and voluptuous as Luozhilan’s, but paired with her flawless pale skin, it gave off a vibrant and lively beauty.
Only her bright, clear eyes were filled with disdain and contempt.
“Not even making progress after a few days’ absence, I bet next time we meet, useless senior brother, I’ll have surpassed you.”
She raised her hand to cover her lips, a mocking smile playing on her delicate face.
“Trash cultivator, trash cultivator.”
“Alright, Jiang sister, stop teasing. Your talent is extraordinary—it’s only a matter of time before you surpass me. Where are the pills?”
Limuqun ignored the verbal attack and steered the conversation back on track.
“Hmph, so the useless senior brother just wants pills?”
“Of course, the Immortal Dao supplies are here, but…”
Her figure flickered as she sat on the wooden bed inside the cabin.
With a twitch of her slender, smooth legs, she kicked off her red embroidered shoes, revealing white, delicate, and cute feet still radiating a faint warmth.
“If you want them, you’ll have to come and get them yourself. You know the rules.”
……
Limuqun’s forehead bulged with veins, his heart filled with indescribable frustration.
Jiang Wan’er, the current Saintess of the Cloud Expanse Sect, the Headmaster’s personal disciple, young but already at Foundation Establishment, gifted and of extraordinary bloodline—a perfect candidate to break into Golden Core.
At first, Limuqun couldn’t understand why she would take on the trivial task of delivering his Immortal Dao supplies for the Headmaster—and seemed to enjoy it.
But as they interacted more, he realized:
This Cloud Expanse Saintess was a heavyweight troublemaker.
Compared to his master, who treated him with coldness and distance, Jiang Wan’er was a mocking little demon who loved to humiliate him at every opportunity.
Every time she delivered cultivation supplies, she took the chance to thoroughly mock and shame him from all angles.
Her fists, truly hard!
But after all, she was the one providing the supplies. No matter how angry he was, Limuqun could only endure quietly.
Endure. You must endure!
Limuqun clenched his fists.
Jiang sister, don’t blame your senior brother for being ruthless—I have a belly full of anger built up from my master!
“Zii—la”
The breeze swept past the cabin, closing the door and covering the windows, yet it couldn’t stir Jiang Wan’er’s drenched hair.
The raindrops fell softly, mixed with a faint moan, a plaintive sound that was at once both laughter and tears:
“Useless, useless senior brother, is that all the strength you have?”
“Junior sister, you asked me to put in effort.”
“Mm—mm, be gentle, trash cultivator, be gentle! You’re hurting me!”
“Junior sister, this is just the beginning—I haven’t even used my full strength.”
“Trash, trash cultivator, let go of me, let go of me.”
“No turning back once the bow is drawn—you can’t just stop now.”
“Mm, mm, now it’s starting to feel good. Trash cultivator, harder, harder.”
“You want to wear me out, don’t you?”
Limuqun wiped the sweat from his forehead and gently set down Jiang Wan’er’s long, exquisite feet.
“Jiang sister, I’m done with the feet. Where are my Immortal Dao supplies?”
“Hmm…”
Jiang Wan’er collapsed on the bed like a lump of mud, too exhausted to speak. Only heavy breaths responded to Limuqun.
With a graceful wave of her hand, a storage pouch dropped in front of him.
Limuqun was overjoyed. In an instant, all his earlier anxiety and worries vanished, replaced by a blazing desire for the Immortal Dao supplies.
He took the pouch and used his spiritual perception to carefully examine its contents.
‘Hmm, two Plastifying Muscle and Invigorating Blood Pills, fifteen Qi Supplement Pills. Though average in quality, they’re enough for a month’s cultivation.’
‘And… a Sword Manual for the Foundation Establishment stage?’
He looked at the ancient, plain cover resting quietly inside the pouch with surprise and excitement.
Limuqun wanted to become a sword immortal! And he really, really did. His obsession with the Sword Dao was no less than his devotion to cultivation.
He couldn’t quite explain where this fascination came from—perhaps from past-life summers watching TV and stories about Mount Shu.
But since his advancement to Foundation Establishment, his previous sword techniques were useless.
Foundation Establishment sword manuals were rare, and with an indifferent master, he had yet to find a decent sword manual even now, nearly mid-Foundation Establishment.
He had only casually mentioned it to Jiang Wan’er before, not really expecting her to find one for him.
After all, that little she-devil mostly just humiliated his masculine pride.
Now she actually found him a sword manual—Limuqun couldn’t help but be thrilled.
But deep inside, he was also fearful.
Why, why would this little she-devil send him a sword manual?
Was it from the Headmaster? Impossible! That old woman was the biggest hypocritical green tea b*tch. When Limuqun had reported up the chain to request to switch masters, she crushed it and pretended to make up for it by sending pills.
Could it be that this little she-devil had really changed her ways?
He suspiciously shifted his gaze to Jiang Wan’er, who was comfortably lying on the wooden bed, her expression one of utter relaxation.
But the moment she noticed Limuqun looking at her, her face turned back to pure disdain and contempt.
“Trash cultivator, trash cultivator, you’re really poor for a mixed path cultivator—your bed is even this hard.”
How dare she insult my third favorite thing after cultivation and the Sword Dao: my wooden bed!
Her fists really were hard.
This sword manual was definitely nine parts suspicious!
Limuqun pressed down his pounding heart and shouted inwardly: “System!”
Invisible subtitles appeared, and he decisively began checking Jiang Wan’er’s interest panel.
“Jiang Wan’er”
Interest 1: Wants to raise a Li senior brother.
Interest 2: Wants to raise a Li senior brother.
Interest 3: Wants to raise a Li senior brother.
Interest 4: Wants to raise a Li senior brother.
Interest 5: Wants to raise a Li senior brother.
Interest…: Wants to raise a Li senior brother, wants to raise a Li senior brother, wants to raise a Li senior brother, wants to raise a Li senior brother, wants to raise a Li senior brother, wants to raise a Li senior brother, wants to raise a Li senior brother, wants to raise a Li senior brother, wants to raise a Li senior brother, wants to raise a Li senior brother, wants to raise a Li senior brother, wants to raise a Li senior brother, wants to raise a Li senior brother, wants to raise a Li senior brother, wants to raise a Li senior brother, wants to raise a Li senior brother.
This woman, this woman!
Limuqun’s anxiety and indignation soared to the highest peak.
Of course, this was the ultimate humiliation for a man.
Of course, this was the silent mockery of a little she-devil.
Jiang Wan’er must be forcing me to go back and become a star pet or something!
To be honest, for a normal person, being pampered by a promising Sect Saintess wasn’t a bad deal.
Better than languishing due to a lack of Immortal Dao supplies, anyway.
But for Limuqun, it was unacceptable.
He cultivated the Lesser Yang Dao, seeking the Donghua Shaoyang True Nature, his cultivation tied to the immortal foundation “Heaven sees me.”
Unlike the neighboring Dao Heart of Bright Yang, which emphasized lineage and descendants, Lesser Yang stressed the pure origin energy from which all things are born.
Cultivators must never leak their innate pure Yang energy before reaching Golden Nature.
Therefore, Jiang Wan’er’s interests were not only a psychological insult but a challenge to his Dao path.
So that was it—she wanted to numb me, insult my soul, sever my Dao path!
Luckily, such petty schemes could never shake my Dao Heart.
What a battle of wits comparable to a fake death act!
Limuqun felt fortunate for his genius. Tears streamed down his face, and the immortal foundation “Heaven sees me” within him trembled in response.
So, you’re grieved too.
Yes, two lives as a mortal—one could almost call me a great magician.
But so what! So what!
There is only the Dao.
Limuqun grabbed Jiang Wan’er and, to her stunned expression, fiercely struck his Demon Core three times.
“Jiang sister, twenty-eight years of cold mountain pines and snow, my heart remains steadfast as the green mountain, never wavering.
I, Limuqun, will become an immortal!”