The day Chen Xian transmigrated to become the First Disciple of an immortal sect, a white-bearded old Daoist was on stage giving a passionate speech about the “KPIs for Revitalizing the Immortal Alliance.”

Chen Xian looked down at the gleaming, cold sword in his hand, and while everyone was distracted—

He chose the ultimate strategy: run away.

What “slaying demons and defending the Dao”? What “bringing glory to the sect”?

This beautiful, picturesque cultivation world was exactly the retirement paradise that a corporate s*ave could only dream of!

Peace out, everyone.

Even if cultivators didn’t have any other skills, they could still live longer than normal people—living to 150 was a piece of cake.

Stay away from the drama, don’t fight for anything, don’t stand out, and don’t make mistakes. Next up: a hundred years of vast horizons, absolute freedom, having food to eat, and having no job to go to. What a blissful life!

The big wide world! Here comes Chen Xian!

But before he could even walk two miles, Chen Xian ran into a blood-drenched person in the woods. He casually glanced over and suddenly couldn’t move his feet.

A beauty. A peerless beauty.

Brain: Mind your own business!

Hand: I have a mind of my own.

Before his brain could even react, the dying beauty was already lying inside his leaky, dilapidated horse carriage.

Chen Xian, who was lighthearted and debt-free, was very good at making peace with himself: Since I picked him up, so be it. It’s just a matter of adding another pair of chopsticks.

Later on, clutching his nearly empty wallet, he could only accept his fate: It’s just like raising an expensive cat. Prone to throwing tantrums, high-maintenance, and wrecks the house, but honestly just too beautiful.

There is a knife atop the word “lust”—that’s exactly how it is.

Farming, brewing wine, raising his cat, and researching recipes every day, Chen Xian turned his broken thatched hut into a hidden paradise. He realized his old dream, and his days were cozy and carefree.

He thought his whole life would pass like this. But who on earth could tell him, how exactly could a pollution-free, debt-free paradise with beautiful mountains, clear waters, birds, and flowers manage to raise a Demon Venerable?!

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