"I'm an 18-year-old warrior woman, 165 centimeters tall. I seek a husband who walks the path of immortal cultivation."
"I'm a mature female cultivator, thirty years old. As age catches up with me, I only wish to find a reliable, experienced cultivator to spend my remaining years with."
"I'm a young cultivator maiden… I enjoy being guided and dominated by powerful immortal men."
"I've heard that immortal cultivators possess unmatched strength. I'm a traditional woman—I don't mind being a concubine."
"Immortal brother, I've run my own business for years and come from a wealthy family. All I desire now is to bear many children."
Miyun City, outside Hundred Flowers Tower.
Gracefully dressed women stood on the second-floor balcony, casting flirtatious glances at the immortal cultivators passing by. Their alluring gazes made many newly initiated cultivators falter in their steps, stealing glances in spite of themselves.
This is the world of cultivation.
Here, to become an immortal cultivator is to become a god among mortals—one step away from heaven. Even the lowest-tier cultivator can enjoy a lifespan of a hundred years and endless wealth.
It's no exaggeration to say that the moment one begins cultivating immortality, they gain the power to choose their partners freely—drawing in countless mortal women like moths to a flame.
"Hmph! Vixens—trying to shatter my Dao heart!"
"A mortal woman dares dream of pairing with an immortal? Absurd!"
"Indeed. We, with spiritual roots, walk the sacred path of immortality. How can we fall prey to worldly desires?"
"Keep your heart free of women, and the Dao shall come naturally."
Dozens of young male cultivators passed by, teeth clenched, suppressing the turmoil in their hearts. They averted their gazes and quickened their pace, fleeing the Hundred Flowers Tower as though it were a den of demons.
They feared that if they stayed a moment longer, their Tao hearts would crumble—and their bodies would follow.
"This is the world of cultivation…"
In the distance, a young man around eighteen stood silently, watching the scene unfold with a complex expression. Everything before him felt foreign—strange, unfamiliar… unreal.
His name was Zhou Sui, and he was a transmigrator.
In his previous life, he'd been an ordinary otaku. He had a car, a house, a comfortable life—nothing extraordinary, but nothing to complain about. Then one day, while out hiking, he slipped and fell off a cliff.
By the time he opened his eyes again, he had awakened in this cultivation world—inhabiting the body of an eighteen-year-old boy who, strangely enough, shared the same name and appearance.
And the worst part?
His "new" parents, once cultivators at the late stage of Qi Refining, had perished during an expedition into ancient ruins—leaving him behind to fend for himself.
To make matters worse, his talent was pitiful: a ninth-grade spiritual root, the lowest tier. He'd only just reached the first level of Qi Refining, with no foreseeable prospects for growth.
Living in Miyun City, a haven for rogue and casual cultivators, wasn't easy.
This was a brutal world where the strong ruled and the weak were prey. Here, power was everything. If someone wanted to kill you, and you had no strength or backing—no one would come to your rescue.
Luckily, his parents had left behind a small house in Miyun City. Without it, someone like him—weak, broke, and without connections—would have already been driven out and left to wander the wilderness.
So even though the young women at Hundred Flowers Tower were alluring, Zhou Sui knew better than to indulge in fantasy. He wasn't blessed with that kind of fate.
He could barely afford to eat.
With a sigh, Zhou Sui tightened his grip on the cloth pouch at his waist, turned his back on the Hundred Flowers Tower, and hurried home.
"Oh, nephew, you're back. Have you given any thought to what I mentioned last time?"
A middle-aged man with a pointed face and monkey-like cheeks approached with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. His tone was warm—too warm.
Zhou Sui's expression didn't change. He recognized the man immediately.
Liu Dong, an old friend of his parents.
But ever since his parents died, Liu Dong's attitude had shifted. He'd been pestering Zhou Sui to sell the house they left behind, claiming he had connections in the Xianxia Sect—the dominant sect in the nearby Wanli region. Supposedly, with a bit of silver—or spiritual stones—he could bribe a sect manager and secure Zhou Sui a spot as an outer disciple.
On the surface, it sounded like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
After all, Xianxia Sect was a giant in the cultivation world. Its sect master was a Jindan realm cultivator, known for immense power and prestige. Even becoming an outer disciple there could be considered a direct path to ascension.
But Zhou Sui had lived two lives. How could he not see through the scheme?
If joining Xianxia Sect was really that easy, Liu Dong would've taken the position himself long ago.
No—this so-called opportunity was nothing but bait. Liu Dong had his eyes on this house. If Zhou Sui agreed to sell, the proceeds—spiritual stones and all—might never reach his hands. And if Liu Dong decided to silence him afterward?
He might not even live to regret it.
"I appreciate your concern, Uncle Liu," Zhou Sui said flatly. "But this house was left to me by my parents. I have no intention of selling it."
"Hey now, nephew, don't be in such a hurry to decide. This is a rare opportunity—one your uncle went through great lengths to secure!" Liu Dong leaned closer, his voice growing more persuasive. "With your spiritual root... let's be honest, building a foundation on your own might be a fantasy. But with the backing of a major sect? You might actually have a shot at immortality!"
Zhou Sui waved him off with a half-smile.
"I have no delusions about immortality. I'm the last of the Zhou bloodline—nine generations deep. My parents only wanted me to live in peace and continue the family name. As for cultivation… I'll take it one day at a time."
He turned and walked back toward his house, leaving Liu Dong standing awkwardly in place.
To be honest, Zhou Sui wasn't too worried about Liu Dong making a move.
Miyun City was well-known as a sanctuary for rogue and casual cultivators. It had stood for over a hundred and twenty years, its foundation backed by a powerful Foundation Establishment cultivator who maintained the peace from behind the scenes.
Thanks to that hidden guardian, the city maintained strict order. If anyone dared to act recklessly—especially murder—they would be found out, and the consequences would be fatal.
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Liu Dong stood in place, conflicted.
But in the end, he didn't dare act. He could only watch helplessly as Zhou Sui disappeared into the house.
"Tsk… Liu Dong, it looks like your dear nephew doesn't trust you," came a sneering voice.
From the shadows, a middle-aged man emerged. His face was sinister, his entire body radiating murderous intent. He looked every bit the type to kill without blinking an eye—a cultivator who lived by the sword and bloodshed.
"Want me to take care of him for you?"
"Shut your mouth. Do you have a death wish?" Liu Dong hissed coldly. "Do you even dare lift a finger inside Miyun City?"
"…Tch."
The killer cultivator fell silent. As arrogant as he was, he really didn't dare. Not here.
He still had hope of breaking through to Foundation Establishment one day. If he got caught for killing some no-name brat inside city walls, he'd be finished—buried without a trace.
"Hah, he's just a brat at the first level of Qi Refining," Liu Dong scoffed, tone dripping with contempt. "And he's got a ninth-grade spiritual root. If he manages to reach the sixth level before he's fifty, that'll already be considered a miracle."
"He won't be a threat for a long time."
Liu Dong's eyes gleamed with ambition.
"No need to rush. That house he's clinging to? It's worth thousands of spiritual stones. If I can get my hands on it… I might even break through to the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining within a few years."
The killer raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say you were friends with his parents?"
Liu Dong chuckled darkly.
"'Friend'? Please. We were just acquaintances. Even true friends abandon wives and children for the sake of cultivation—what's this compared to that?"
He waved dismissively. "We can't touch him inside the city. But if we can lure him out… then no one will notice when he disappears."
With that, the two exchanged a glance and melted into the shadows—vanishing from the street like they were never there.