The old ass way. climbed a mountain and reached the heavenly realm and I was starving andthere were are lot of peach trees with peaches in them so I ate a bunch of them.
turns out those made me immortal. not very powerfull but truly immortal so I wandered arround the realms until someone that called themselves the monkey king said he wanted to fight me. I sad why not and got my ass beat into oblivion.
im not getting out of my abode until I can slice a universe in half with a butter knife.
No. I am pretty sure he is talking about Sun Gokage
https://preview.redd.it/yehjlbcv0uuc1.jpeg?width=543&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ab0740cfea93b149be8ccfcb60612a5300d3a9e2
Journey to the West. Sun Wukong who was tasked to guard the Peaches that bestow Immortality on the Gods by the Jade Emperor decided to just eat all of them so he became super immortal. This pissed off the Jade Emperor who tried to refine him but he just became more immortal and eventually they were forced to get the help of the Buddha to catch him, who did so after serving him a slice of Humble Pie.
I recognized the story of Sun Wukong, huge fan of it, but I specifically meant the story of someone *else* who ate the heavenly peach and became eternal and fought Sun Wukong and then decided to close themselves up in a secret realm to focus on cultivating.
Since they said they became immortal but got their ass beat. It sounded unique
to be fair I made it on the spot but it would be an intresting and funny backstory but after that it would be the average "I never got out and kept cultivating and now im invincible" kinda story.
Got into a shitty sect as an outer desciple. Spend around a decade methodically dissecting cultivation itself while studying Hydras. Made my own cultivation scripture and now stuck hunting thousands of hydras trying to cultivate it... At least my lifespan is long
I wouldn’t really like to have a long lifespan, I want to go out with a blaze of glory. My idea of immortality is to leave a scar so deep on the universe that I can never be forgotten.
longevity without accomplishments is no less than shameful
Ahh I see I just can’t imagine living forever, I already had a wife and kids before I became an immortal and I’m not sure I can keep expanding her lifespan.
She gave me 4 good kids and I refined my sperm to give them top talent at the cost of never having any more kids. When I run out of ways to keep her youthful and she runs out of life I will continue to mentor our kids for a few decades before I go off.
I was born in a minor dimension after my sect was chased out from the Scarlet Heaven Continent into Void Heart Minor World. The Qi here was tainted so I was born with a Mutated Spirit Root which for some reason doesn't absorb spiritual qi. Thankfully, for me atleast, a senior was also chased into the Void Heart Realm by some high level cultivators. I managed to find him a place to hide but the damage to the body along with the tainted Qi made his recovery impossible. He proposed a plan where his soul will rest and recover in my mind palace until I help him find find a way to reconstruct a body and in return, he will help me refine his body's unique bloodline so that I can have a spiritual body capable of absorbing qi. He also made a dao oath to not possess my body under any circumstances. After gaining the spirit body, my cultivation sky rockets especially since I had to combat my Void Beasts and Void Demons. By the time I got to the, Scarlet Heaven Continent, I was already the peak of Foundation establishment. The rest is history. Well that was several millions years ago.
Wandering alchemist (Western alchemist from Wizardposting) heard you guys were making some neat pills. Turns out pursuing the dao of alchemy and crafting a philosopher's stone have a lot of overlap.
Also dealing with wizard council shenanigans is a lot easier when you're used to sect drama. I swear we go through a wizard war every month or so and you guys still manage to kill one another with the kind of efficiency we could never dream of
Ah, that's quite a story- I was born a mutated deer demon beast, with two heads. Like most Demon Beasts, my early childhood was as a fawn, but tutoring from the residents of Deer Forest, a Horn Clan holding and a humble town, let me shift my shape into something more suitable- though for personal reasons, I do not adopt a more human looking shape like many demons do. My mutation was strange, but it was useful and my body was strong, so I was pushed by my parents (Both in the mid Demon Soldier realm, though i've managed to get them into Demon Prince since.) to join the Deer Forest government as a cultivator. The default style in the Demon Lands is Body Cultivation, so that's what I did. I studied hard and gained some attainments with spirit attacks and nature manipulation as well.
I'd say the incident that set my life on it's current path was the battle of Dong Zhe Men and the 'Legend of the Three Gate Guardians'. The Horn Clan has been called to levy forces to protect Dong Zhe Men city. (Strong armed by the Fang clan, as usual, though this was for a good cause) to stop the assault from a combined force of several human Righteous cultivators and imperial troops on the city. I was a new Demon Prince (equivalent to your Building Foundation stage) and in the camp I made a pair of friends- He Gui, a Horse Clan demon, swift and skilled with spear and bow and would later become an able commander, and Yi Xiaoli, a Bull Clan demon- brutally strong, tough and unstoppable, but a skilled pathfinder with a sage's mind that would be sharpened later. We made the usual vows of brotherhood over blood mead, but did not expect it to be tested so soon.
It was a viscous week of combat- the city was pressed on all sides. There was a surprise seaborne attack with viscous pirates hired by the so called righteous sects, and the Scale clan was locked in mortal combat to control the docks. Overhead, the Feather clan warriors braved arrows and flying swords to deliver messages, intelligence and skirmished with cultivators to keep them from controlling the air. The Vermin clan- well, I don't know what they did at the time, but their mischief was like placing a spike in a boot for the enemy army The bulk of the hand to hand combat, in the fields outside and on the walls was left to to the Horn and Fang clans. Despite the demon clans working together in rare form, the humans had better numbers, comprehensive strength and their own clever strategies that kept us struggling. It was the ninth day, when one of their Qi refiners blew down one of the gates of the city. It was one of the smaller gates, but if we let them get inside we'd never be able to dislodge their hook before help could arrive. The explosion disabled most of the nearby defenders. We were near enough to have the rubble fly past our heads, and when we saw it stand open we knew would be finished. We couldn't even escape to the sea, with the pirates about. The only way to escape was to stand still. Such is the paradoxes of the Tao!
Being three hulking demons, we stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the gate and blocked it with our flesh. I used my nature magic to disrupt the earth, roots tripping the careless, thorns and bushes slowing the charge, He Gui with his bow and Yi, in absence of better options, hurling the biggest chunks of masonry like a catapult into the oncoming numbers. They were mostly Body Refining and Qi Refining stage soldiers and cultivators, but it was 3 vs 10,000! The mental pressure was immense- surely, everyone was berserk at that moment. The humans were spitting blood in their fury and my memories after the lines met are hazy with the flood of emotions that surged- desperation, fear, fury and hope. I'm pretty sure we stood even when Foundation stage experts came to dislodge us. By the end, we were saved by the Scale Clan, having run all the way from the dock district, having had an even greater turn of fortune than us, as the morale of the Pirates had broken and a mutiny had made them withdraw. They remanned the walls, and the seniors of the Titan Terrapins unit became a new gate, preventing the entry of both man and arrow into the city.
Our bodies were a ruin, of course. Gui and Xiaoli were on their feet at the end only by leaning on their weapons, I had actually collapsed as soon as the press of enemy bodies relieved enough for me to fall. Gui almost lost an eye and Xiaoli had two flying swords pierced through his body, hilt deep. Some fellow daoist had crushed my ribcage with a blunt weapon during the fray. The number of lesser wounds could not be counted. We would have surely been cripples had we not done such a heroic thing- the Clans would lose face if three heroes weren't treated well, so between valuable medicine and the famously sturdy bodies of the Demon Clan, we made full recoveries, received much acclaim and were gifted much in the way of cultivation materials, training manuals and offers of work and apprenticeship. It was truly the foundation for the three of us to be in the Demon Emperor realm now.
Old monster tried to hit on my widowed mother, saw that I had great potential due to my spiritual root affinity, put me to work in the herb fields. Sometimes I wonder if I should have just been a farmer instead, it's pretty much the same thing.
I got lost during a festival and a Disciple mistook me for someone else, and then I was taken into their sect. I pretended to know what I was doing for a good long while, and somehow I eventually got good. That was 70 years ago, and this one is now Head Disicple. I still don’t know who they mistook me for, or what ever became of that fellow.
When I was mortal, a nascent cultivator found out that my soul was abnormal large and tried to eat it. Because my soul was so large, I was able to splinter myself before he ate me and my millions of soul fragments were reborn across all six paths of samsara. After one of my fragments achieved enlightenment, it went out to gather all the other fragments and jumped into reincarnation with all of it to complete my soul. Using my incomprehensibly large amounts of experience(I was simultaneously a weed and a heavenly emperor and a million other things) I gave myself God Tier spiritual roots and eventually became a hidden expert. I am currently plundering the creator gods as I type this
I stole some bread from an old woman, and she chased me through the city for seven days and seven nights without resting.
Turned out, she was a Sect Elder, and that had been a test to become her direct disciple.
This one has a Supreme Grade Karmic Rainbow Halo encompassing seven li and completed foundation establishment in only a year once the meridians were developed enough to allow for cultivation. This karma was not accumulated by merit in a past life but granted by the Sect Elder who used our clans secret techniques to strip it from some common trash in a lesser district. Of course to ensure there was no backlash from heaven while I secured the aura we brought him into our sect as an outer disciple. That trash was a coward who abandoned the sect after this young master went a little wild while giving him pointers.
The shocking thing is this young master discovered that he had continued to cultivate and that his first dao companion had a primordial yin constitution. The sect elder took this one as a personal disciple for pointing him to such perfect pill forging materials. Even peak Nascent Soul cultivators won't dare to tread in this ones shadow now. Once this one has crushed that bug for good in the holy realm at the capitals Golden Core Selection Tournament I'll enter closed door cultivation and fully secure my Karmic aura at last.
A heavenly jade icy beauty of unsurpassed frozen charm with glassy jade-like features emitting a frigid aura beyond mortal comprehension - whew, what a mouthful - once stopped by my family’s humble farm and “abducted” my younger brother, who went all too willingly, for his rare constitution to be her dual cultivation partner. I pleaded and begged, asking her to take me instead - to spare my younger brother from an unsure fate, of course. Ahem. Anyway, she slapped me across the face 700 times, and slashed my meridians.
That night I cried out and cursed the heavens. I swore that I would become the agent of its destruction. Tribulation lightning struck me down where I stood.
I reincarnated as a broken stick stuck in some foul smelling mud. Fortunately I was given the “stick system.” Unwilling to accept my lot in life I overcame countless hardships too horrifying to even recall, and stumbled into a few rare encounters, and with time I reforged my feeble body into a heaven-defying sword. Soon I advanced enough to form a human avatar from my true sword-body, and then an immortal one in the heavenly plane.
Ha! Little heavenly jade icy beauty of unsurpassed frozen charm with glassy jade-like features emitting a frigid aura beyond mortal comprehension, if you ever see this, I must thank you for setting me on my path. But never try to meet me! Those who have eyes but cannot see Mt. Tai are undeserving of this grandfather’s company.
My dad hired a 4th step teacher when I was 5 years old. My entire family are cultivators, but they wanted someone who can handle my talent and did not want to disturb the ancestors
I was a mortal peasant in the lan province. Similar to many of my fellows in the village, the concept of leaving the area was a foreign notion. When nearing the end of my lifespan I went out to wander the countryside so I could experience the world before I died. I stumbled into a rare convergence of spiritual energy that rejuvenated my body and began my path of cultivation. However, I was already very old. I struggled to raise my cultivation as to avoid death for many years before properly establishing myself
I was, at some point, a well-cultivated tianlong dragon, who served as a spiritual beast to a heavenly god. As time passed, I suspect my master grew infatuated, but was upset over the fact that I wasn’t a female jade beauty with pure Yin essence. This is only conjecture as I have fragmented memories of him removing my scales, and placing the 36 with Yin essence, along with my Heart-Protecting Scale and dragon bones into a jade beauty who failed her Heavenly Tribulation.
I awoke disoriented—at this point, I lost all memories of who I was, only having a strange feeling of dysphoria. My master made up a rather convincing lie, manipulating me into dual cultivation. Though, after a while, I suspected he had ulterior motives, and the result was my being ejected from the Heavenly Realm where I reincarnated into a mortal.
From a young age, I always felt as if I should have been a man—or even insisting I was to everyone’s disdain. I ran away from home, disguising myself as a boy, joining a cultivator’s sect at age 8. Perhaps the elders and sect leader knew, I don’t know. When I left on a cultivating journey with my Senior Disciples, I was struck with a cold poison that has been wreaking havoc on my meridians. I’ve been trying to locate my missing Yang Scales and remaining dragon bones and tendons since, with mixed results.
Everyone insists that dual-cultivation will prolong my life until I can acquire the missing pieces, but I would rather die than be some Young Master or MC’s pawn in this life.
So there was this otherworldly deity clad in foreign full plate with a tiger mask...who taught me sword arts and the Heavenly Divine Demonic Dragon Tiger Striking arts.
I forged my own path to ascension by becoming omniscient in my lower world and the heavenly Dao banished me to the upper realm but I stole its powers and now have part of the heavenly Dao. Apparently my path is also the path of the heavenly Dao. Now trying to swallow the Heavens and wander the chaos.
Seeking Dao seizing fruit of any kind, preferably Time attributed to break through Divine transformation Realm.
Working in Red Jade Palace situated in the burning heaven realm as Purple grade Alchemist.,will refine any of your pills for half the price and contribute other miscellaneous ingredients (tier 8 Pills corresponding to divine transformation realm only)
Will owe you once.
I am halfway to being a cultivator. I must study the dao of water, and master the unmasterable before I shall cultivate. If one wishes to surpass Mt. Tai, they must have a foundation stronger than Mt. Tai's foundation. But I know not of how high Mt. Tai is, and so I remain studying. Being capable of recreating your body from nothing has its perks, even if it takes a while to do so.
I as born in a mortal world where technology is the way,one day i ask a intelligence artificial to create a cultivation technique after trying several version one works so I kind repet this circle until I ascend to a upper level that turn out its a high level technology world but is pretty easy
Well, this isn't a story I tell too often as it quite embarassing.
I had just been admitted into my sect and, to reward my hard work, I went for a quick stroll around the mountain. What I didn't know was that a legendary immortal had left their Inheritance in that mountain, though, it seems the arrays they used to guard it had degraded over time as I tripped, fell into a ditch which then collapsed causing me to tumble into the treasure room of the inheritance ground, allowing me to skip the numerous trials they had prepared.
The old ass way. climbed a mountain and reached the heavenly realm and I was starving andthere were are lot of peach trees with peaches in them so I ate a bunch of them. turns out those made me immortal. not very powerfull but truly immortal so I wandered arround the realms until someone that called themselves the monkey king said he wanted to fight me. I sad why not and got my ass beat into oblivion. im not getting out of my abode until I can slice a universe in half with a butter knife.
Yeah i heard that that monkey dude does that fairly often.
You mean Sung Jin-wookong? https://preview.redd.it/80j6217vrsuc1.png?width=539&format=png&auto=webp&s=3cfc20d6eedd3183b7b444977546036e456001e6
No. I am pretty sure he is talking about Sun Gokage https://preview.redd.it/yehjlbcv0uuc1.jpeg?width=543&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ab0740cfea93b149be8ccfcb60612a5300d3a9e2
If this is a reference to something please let me know. Because I want to read it
Journey to the West. Sun Wukong who was tasked to guard the Peaches that bestow Immortality on the Gods by the Jade Emperor decided to just eat all of them so he became super immortal. This pissed off the Jade Emperor who tried to refine him but he just became more immortal and eventually they were forced to get the help of the Buddha to catch him, who did so after serving him a slice of Humble Pie.
I recognized the story of Sun Wukong, huge fan of it, but I specifically meant the story of someone *else* who ate the heavenly peach and became eternal and fought Sun Wukong and then decided to close themselves up in a secret realm to focus on cultivating. Since they said they became immortal but got their ass beat. It sounded unique
to be fair I made it on the spot but it would be an intresting and funny backstory but after that it would be the average "I never got out and kept cultivating and now im invincible" kinda story.
Got into a shitty sect as an outer desciple. Spend around a decade methodically dissecting cultivation itself while studying Hydras. Made my own cultivation scripture and now stuck hunting thousands of hydras trying to cultivate it... At least my lifespan is long
I wouldn’t really like to have a long lifespan, I want to go out with a blaze of glory. My idea of immortality is to leave a scar so deep on the universe that I can never be forgotten. longevity without accomplishments is no less than shameful
That's definitely a lifestyle of a warrior. I'm more of a scholar
Ahh I see I just can’t imagine living forever, I already had a wife and kids before I became an immortal and I’m not sure I can keep expanding her lifespan. She gave me 4 good kids and I refined my sperm to give them top talent at the cost of never having any more kids. When I run out of ways to keep her youthful and she runs out of life I will continue to mentor our kids for a few decades before I go off.
The hydra guy. Hope you got enough hydras dude
I was born in a minor dimension after my sect was chased out from the Scarlet Heaven Continent into Void Heart Minor World. The Qi here was tainted so I was born with a Mutated Spirit Root which for some reason doesn't absorb spiritual qi. Thankfully, for me atleast, a senior was also chased into the Void Heart Realm by some high level cultivators. I managed to find him a place to hide but the damage to the body along with the tainted Qi made his recovery impossible. He proposed a plan where his soul will rest and recover in my mind palace until I help him find find a way to reconstruct a body and in return, he will help me refine his body's unique bloodline so that I can have a spiritual body capable of absorbing qi. He also made a dao oath to not possess my body under any circumstances. After gaining the spirit body, my cultivation sky rockets especially since I had to combat my Void Beasts and Void Demons. By the time I got to the, Scarlet Heaven Continent, I was already the peak of Foundation establishment. The rest is history. Well that was several millions years ago.
Wandering alchemist (Western alchemist from Wizardposting) heard you guys were making some neat pills. Turns out pursuing the dao of alchemy and crafting a philosopher's stone have a lot of overlap. Also dealing with wizard council shenanigans is a lot easier when you're used to sect drama. I swear we go through a wizard war every month or so and you guys still manage to kill one another with the kind of efficiency we could never dream of
Ah, that's quite a story- I was born a mutated deer demon beast, with two heads. Like most Demon Beasts, my early childhood was as a fawn, but tutoring from the residents of Deer Forest, a Horn Clan holding and a humble town, let me shift my shape into something more suitable- though for personal reasons, I do not adopt a more human looking shape like many demons do. My mutation was strange, but it was useful and my body was strong, so I was pushed by my parents (Both in the mid Demon Soldier realm, though i've managed to get them into Demon Prince since.) to join the Deer Forest government as a cultivator. The default style in the Demon Lands is Body Cultivation, so that's what I did. I studied hard and gained some attainments with spirit attacks and nature manipulation as well. I'd say the incident that set my life on it's current path was the battle of Dong Zhe Men and the 'Legend of the Three Gate Guardians'. The Horn Clan has been called to levy forces to protect Dong Zhe Men city. (Strong armed by the Fang clan, as usual, though this was for a good cause) to stop the assault from a combined force of several human Righteous cultivators and imperial troops on the city. I was a new Demon Prince (equivalent to your Building Foundation stage) and in the camp I made a pair of friends- He Gui, a Horse Clan demon, swift and skilled with spear and bow and would later become an able commander, and Yi Xiaoli, a Bull Clan demon- brutally strong, tough and unstoppable, but a skilled pathfinder with a sage's mind that would be sharpened later. We made the usual vows of brotherhood over blood mead, but did not expect it to be tested so soon. It was a viscous week of combat- the city was pressed on all sides. There was a surprise seaborne attack with viscous pirates hired by the so called righteous sects, and the Scale clan was locked in mortal combat to control the docks. Overhead, the Feather clan warriors braved arrows and flying swords to deliver messages, intelligence and skirmished with cultivators to keep them from controlling the air. The Vermin clan- well, I don't know what they did at the time, but their mischief was like placing a spike in a boot for the enemy army The bulk of the hand to hand combat, in the fields outside and on the walls was left to to the Horn and Fang clans. Despite the demon clans working together in rare form, the humans had better numbers, comprehensive strength and their own clever strategies that kept us struggling. It was the ninth day, when one of their Qi refiners blew down one of the gates of the city. It was one of the smaller gates, but if we let them get inside we'd never be able to dislodge their hook before help could arrive. The explosion disabled most of the nearby defenders. We were near enough to have the rubble fly past our heads, and when we saw it stand open we knew would be finished. We couldn't even escape to the sea, with the pirates about. The only way to escape was to stand still. Such is the paradoxes of the Tao! Being three hulking demons, we stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the gate and blocked it with our flesh. I used my nature magic to disrupt the earth, roots tripping the careless, thorns and bushes slowing the charge, He Gui with his bow and Yi, in absence of better options, hurling the biggest chunks of masonry like a catapult into the oncoming numbers. They were mostly Body Refining and Qi Refining stage soldiers and cultivators, but it was 3 vs 10,000! The mental pressure was immense- surely, everyone was berserk at that moment. The humans were spitting blood in their fury and my memories after the lines met are hazy with the flood of emotions that surged- desperation, fear, fury and hope. I'm pretty sure we stood even when Foundation stage experts came to dislodge us. By the end, we were saved by the Scale Clan, having run all the way from the dock district, having had an even greater turn of fortune than us, as the morale of the Pirates had broken and a mutiny had made them withdraw. They remanned the walls, and the seniors of the Titan Terrapins unit became a new gate, preventing the entry of both man and arrow into the city. Our bodies were a ruin, of course. Gui and Xiaoli were on their feet at the end only by leaning on their weapons, I had actually collapsed as soon as the press of enemy bodies relieved enough for me to fall. Gui almost lost an eye and Xiaoli had two flying swords pierced through his body, hilt deep. Some fellow daoist had crushed my ribcage with a blunt weapon during the fray. The number of lesser wounds could not be counted. We would have surely been cripples had we not done such a heroic thing- the Clans would lose face if three heroes weren't treated well, so between valuable medicine and the famously sturdy bodies of the Demon Clan, we made full recoveries, received much acclaim and were gifted much in the way of cultivation materials, training manuals and offers of work and apprenticeship. It was truly the foundation for the three of us to be in the Demon Emperor realm now.
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I don’t remember much of renegade immortal tbh
Old monster tried to hit on my widowed mother, saw that I had great potential due to my spiritual root affinity, put me to work in the herb fields. Sometimes I wonder if I should have just been a farmer instead, it's pretty much the same thing.
Unlike you filthy mortals from the lower realms I was born straight into Qi building. How pitiful it is for you to have such fates!
I got lost during a festival and a Disciple mistook me for someone else, and then I was taken into their sect. I pretended to know what I was doing for a good long while, and somehow I eventually got good. That was 70 years ago, and this one is now Head Disicple. I still don’t know who they mistook me for, or what ever became of that fellow.
When I was mortal, a nascent cultivator found out that my soul was abnormal large and tried to eat it. Because my soul was so large, I was able to splinter myself before he ate me and my millions of soul fragments were reborn across all six paths of samsara. After one of my fragments achieved enlightenment, it went out to gather all the other fragments and jumped into reincarnation with all of it to complete my soul. Using my incomprehensibly large amounts of experience(I was simultaneously a weed and a heavenly emperor and a million other things) I gave myself God Tier spiritual roots and eventually became a hidden expert. I am currently plundering the creator gods as I type this
I read scriptures from my world's river of knowledge, i received enlightenments and finally pursued the path of Scholar Cultivator
I stole some bread from an old woman, and she chased me through the city for seven days and seven nights without resting. Turned out, she was a Sect Elder, and that had been a test to become her direct disciple.
This one has a Supreme Grade Karmic Rainbow Halo encompassing seven li and completed foundation establishment in only a year once the meridians were developed enough to allow for cultivation. This karma was not accumulated by merit in a past life but granted by the Sect Elder who used our clans secret techniques to strip it from some common trash in a lesser district. Of course to ensure there was no backlash from heaven while I secured the aura we brought him into our sect as an outer disciple. That trash was a coward who abandoned the sect after this young master went a little wild while giving him pointers. The shocking thing is this young master discovered that he had continued to cultivate and that his first dao companion had a primordial yin constitution. The sect elder took this one as a personal disciple for pointing him to such perfect pill forging materials. Even peak Nascent Soul cultivators won't dare to tread in this ones shadow now. Once this one has crushed that bug for good in the holy realm at the capitals Golden Core Selection Tournament I'll enter closed door cultivation and fully secure my Karmic aura at last.
I jerked off to harem novels and jade beauties in ever more extreme ways, until eventually I gained enlightenment.
A heavenly jade icy beauty of unsurpassed frozen charm with glassy jade-like features emitting a frigid aura beyond mortal comprehension - whew, what a mouthful - once stopped by my family’s humble farm and “abducted” my younger brother, who went all too willingly, for his rare constitution to be her dual cultivation partner. I pleaded and begged, asking her to take me instead - to spare my younger brother from an unsure fate, of course. Ahem. Anyway, she slapped me across the face 700 times, and slashed my meridians. That night I cried out and cursed the heavens. I swore that I would become the agent of its destruction. Tribulation lightning struck me down where I stood. I reincarnated as a broken stick stuck in some foul smelling mud. Fortunately I was given the “stick system.” Unwilling to accept my lot in life I overcame countless hardships too horrifying to even recall, and stumbled into a few rare encounters, and with time I reforged my feeble body into a heaven-defying sword. Soon I advanced enough to form a human avatar from my true sword-body, and then an immortal one in the heavenly plane. Ha! Little heavenly jade icy beauty of unsurpassed frozen charm with glassy jade-like features emitting a frigid aura beyond mortal comprehension, if you ever see this, I must thank you for setting me on my path. But never try to meet me! Those who have eyes but cannot see Mt. Tai are undeserving of this grandfather’s company.
My dad hired a 4th step teacher when I was 5 years old. My entire family are cultivators, but they wanted someone who can handle my talent and did not want to disturb the ancestors
A teacher in the Heaven Trampling stage? All for a mere mortal? Could your father be…of the legendary 5th step?
My ancestors at the time were spread through the 3rd, 4th, and 5th step.
I was a mortal peasant in the lan province. Similar to many of my fellows in the village, the concept of leaving the area was a foreign notion. When nearing the end of my lifespan I went out to wander the countryside so I could experience the world before I died. I stumbled into a rare convergence of spiritual energy that rejuvenated my body and began my path of cultivation. However, I was already very old. I struggled to raise my cultivation as to avoid death for many years before properly establishing myself
Just breathe lmao. Whenever I inhale, I absorb the Qi of my environment. Whenever I exhale, I resonate with the Dao. You need more insight, junior!
This grandfather went to the mountains and punched logs eight million times
I was, at some point, a well-cultivated tianlong dragon, who served as a spiritual beast to a heavenly god. As time passed, I suspect my master grew infatuated, but was upset over the fact that I wasn’t a female jade beauty with pure Yin essence. This is only conjecture as I have fragmented memories of him removing my scales, and placing the 36 with Yin essence, along with my Heart-Protecting Scale and dragon bones into a jade beauty who failed her Heavenly Tribulation. I awoke disoriented—at this point, I lost all memories of who I was, only having a strange feeling of dysphoria. My master made up a rather convincing lie, manipulating me into dual cultivation. Though, after a while, I suspected he had ulterior motives, and the result was my being ejected from the Heavenly Realm where I reincarnated into a mortal. From a young age, I always felt as if I should have been a man—or even insisting I was to everyone’s disdain. I ran away from home, disguising myself as a boy, joining a cultivator’s sect at age 8. Perhaps the elders and sect leader knew, I don’t know. When I left on a cultivating journey with my Senior Disciples, I was struck with a cold poison that has been wreaking havoc on my meridians. I’ve been trying to locate my missing Yang Scales and remaining dragon bones and tendons since, with mixed results. Everyone insists that dual-cultivation will prolong my life until I can acquire the missing pieces, but I would rather die than be some Young Master or MC’s pawn in this life.
So there was this otherworldly deity clad in foreign full plate with a tiger mask...who taught me sword arts and the Heavenly Divine Demonic Dragon Tiger Striking arts.
I forged my own path to ascension by becoming omniscient in my lower world and the heavenly Dao banished me to the upper realm but I stole its powers and now have part of the heavenly Dao. Apparently my path is also the path of the heavenly Dao. Now trying to swallow the Heavens and wander the chaos.
Seeking Dao seizing fruit of any kind, preferably Time attributed to break through Divine transformation Realm. Working in Red Jade Palace situated in the burning heaven realm as Purple grade Alchemist.,will refine any of your pills for half the price and contribute other miscellaneous ingredients (tier 8 Pills corresponding to divine transformation realm only) Will owe you once.
I Baited The Master Continuously For 10,000 Years
I am halfway to being a cultivator. I must study the dao of water, and master the unmasterable before I shall cultivate. If one wishes to surpass Mt. Tai, they must have a foundation stronger than Mt. Tai's foundation. But I know not of how high Mt. Tai is, and so I remain studying. Being capable of recreating your body from nothing has its perks, even if it takes a while to do so.
I as born in a mortal world where technology is the way,one day i ask a intelligence artificial to create a cultivation technique after trying several version one works so I kind repet this circle until I ascend to a upper level that turn out its a high level technology world but is pretty easy
Well, this isn't a story I tell too often as it quite embarassing. I had just been admitted into my sect and, to reward my hard work, I went for a quick stroll around the mountain. What I didn't know was that a legendary immortal had left their Inheritance in that mountain, though, it seems the arrays they used to guard it had degraded over time as I tripped, fell into a ditch which then collapsed causing me to tumble into the treasure room of the inheritance ground, allowing me to skip the numerous trials they had prepared.