Cultivating Immortality in the Celestial Realm
This is the tale of a novice cultivator’s struggle in the celestial realm! An ordinary man who has never faced the tribulation of heaven clings to the leg of a snow-white maiden, soaring into the world of immortals. His romantic encounters are endless; he pursues the most unattainable goddesses of the celestial realm. His growth draws the attention and unease of all the great powers, who watch him with anxiety and awe. He tames terrifying and powerful immortal beasts as his companions, and when confronted with countless conspiracies and schemes, this rookie sweeps them aside with a mighty stride. With over ten thousand subscriptions, this book is surely worth a read.
Cultivating Immortality in the Celestial Realm
Pain, a searing, bone-deep pain—his body felt as though he’d been ruthlessly kicked hundreds of times. His face, in particular, must look like a boiled pig’s head, grotesquely swollen. Drifting up from unconsciousness, Li Chengzhu couldn’t help but curse under his breath.
Why? He finally managed to take a vacation, and ended up struck by lightning. What had he done to deserve this? Indignation simmered within him.
In his muddled memory, he seemed to recall a woman—he’d been holding her as they soared into the sky together.
Great, the lightning must have fried his brain! Li Chengzhu thought bitterly. Otherwise, why did this hallucination feel so absurdly real?
He slowly opened his eyes and was met with a wrinkled, ancient face so close to his own he could practically smell the stench of the man’s breath.
“Young master, you’re awake?” The old man beamed as Li Chengzhu’s eyelids fluttered open.
The pungent odor overpowered the pain in his body, prompting Li Chengzhu to scramble backwards. As he suspected, this man’s breath was as foul as an uncleaned latrine. Stifling his disgust, he said, “Back up. How long has it been since you brushed your teeth?”
“Brushed my teeth?” The old man looked puzzled. “Oh, you mean mouth cleansing?”
“Same thing,” Li Chengzhu waved dismissively.
“Well, that was a long time ago… Let me think…” The old man’s expression turned grave as he began counting on his fingers.
Li Chengzhu rolled his eyes; he’d never seen such shamelessness. Was this guy so poor he couldn’t afford toothpaste? As he
