"I am a female, 18 years old, 165cm tall, a martial arts heroine, and I want to find an immortal cultivator to be my husband."
"A 30-year-old mature female cultivator, because of her old age, just wants to find a mature male cultivator to spend the rest of her life with."
"A little female cultivator who likes to be controlled by powerful immortal cultivators."
"I heard that immortal cultivators are very powerful, and the little girl is a traditional woman, so she can be a little girl."
"Brother Immortal Cultivator, I have been in business for many years, my family is rich, and I long for children."
Miyun City, in front of Baihua Tower.
Beautiful women in full bloom stood on the second floor, glaring at the immortal cultivators passing by, causing those cultivators who had just embarked on the path of cultivation to look sideways.
This is a world of immortal cultivators.
Once you become an immortal cultivator, you are a mortal immortal and can reach heaven in one step. Even an ordinary immortal cultivator can live a long life and gain fortune.
It can be said that becoming an immortal cultivator automatically grants the right to choose a spouse, attracting countless mortal women to draw moths to the flame.
"Hmph, a group of mortals, trying to sway my spirit!"
"Does a mere mortal woman think she can tempt an immortal cultivator?"
"That's right. Immortal cultivators like us, blessed with spiritual roots, should focus on the pursuit of immortality, not waste time on distractions."
"There is no woman in my heart; I am one with the Dao."
Many male immortal cultivators passing by gritted their teeth, suppressed the throbbing in their hearts, and quickly left Baihua Tower, fearing they would lose control and fall into the trap of these women.
"This is the world of immortality."
In the distance, a young man of about eighteen years looked at the scene with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. To him, everything was foreign and overwhelming.
His name was Asher, and he was a time traveler.
In his previous life, Asher had been a regular young man living comfortably in a modern city. A standard homebody, he had a car, a house, and a peaceful life. But one day, during a hiking trip, he lost his footing and fell off a cliff.
When he woke up, he found himself in a world of immortal cultivation as an eighteen-year-old boy with the same name.
In this life, Asher's parents had been immortal cultivators at the late stage of Qi refinement. Tragically, they died during an expedition to the ruins, leaving him alone with a single legacy: the Primordial Spirit Altar, a mysterious artifact said to hold boundless potential.
Unfortunately, Asher himself was only a ninth-grade spiritual cultivator, the lowest level of talent. After years of training, he had barely reached the first level of Qi refinement. In this lawless world of cultivation, where the strong preyed on the weak, his survival was a fragile thing.
Thankfully, his parents had left him a house in Miyun City, a sanctuary for casual cultivators. Without it, he would have been homeless and at the mercy of the wilderness.
Asher turned away from the enchanting sight of Baihua Tower and quickened his pace toward home. His mind was filled with thoughts of survival and a gnawing uncertainty about the future.
"Oh, my dear nephew, you're back. Have you thought about what I told you last time?"
A middle-aged man with a sharp face and calculating eyes greeted Asher at the doorstep of his home.
"Uncle Liu, I've made my decision. This house was left to me by my parents, and I don't want to sell it," Asher replied firmly.
The man, Liu Dong, was a long-time acquaintance of Asher's late parents. After their deaths, Liu Dong had shown a sudden interest in persuading Asher to sell the house, claiming he could use the proceeds to bribe the stewards of the great Spiritflow Sect to accept Asher as an outer disciple.
The Spiritflow Sect was the dominant faction in the region, led by a Golden Core cultivator of immense power. Joining the sect, even as an outer disciple, was a dream for many. But Asher saw through Liu Dong's motives.
"If it were that easy to join the Spiritflow Sect, you'd have done it yourself by now," Asher thought.
The truth was obvious: Liu Dong wanted the house for himself. Selling it would leave Asher with little more than empty promises, and the spirit stones would likely line Liu Dong's pockets.
"Nephew, you need to reconsider. This is a rare opportunity! With your spiritual roots, cultivating alone will be nearly impossible. The Spiritflow Sect could give you a real chance at immortality."
"I'm grateful for your concern, Uncle Liu," Asher said, feigning politeness, "but I'm content with my path. My parents wanted me to live safely and continue the family line. That's enough for me."
Without waiting for a response, Asher stepped inside and closed the door.
Inside the house, Asher breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't worried about Liu Dong attempting anything drastic. Miyun City, as a haven for casual cultivators, was protected by a Foundation Establishment master who enforced strict rules against violence within its walls.
However, outside the city, no such protection existed.
Behind him, Liu Dong cursed under his breath.
"Tch, stubborn kid. Do you want me to step in?"
A shadowy figure emerged from the alley, a sinister man radiating murderous intent.
"No," Liu Dong snapped. "Not here. Miyun City has rules, and I'm not throwing my life away over this house."
The shadowy man smirked. "It's just a boy at the first level of Qi refinement. What's the rush? He can't possibly threaten us."
"Exactly," Liu Dong replied. "We'll lure him out of the city. Once he's outside, there will be no one to protect him. That house is worth thousands of spirit stones, and with those resources, I'll be at the ninth level of Qi refinement in no time."
The two men left the area, their sinister plans taking shape.