Thank the Jade Emperor for Cosplay

"Oh my gawd. He's so effing hot."

"I know right? I would willingly let him murder me."

Two teenage girls whispered to each other unknowing that the Immortal had heard their entire conversation. The only thought he had was why would he murder them? Silly youngsters.

He made his way through the huge civilization the humans of this era called a city. Specifically, New York City. He had sensed one of his disciples here and was currently searching for her. He could've traveled through the city faster but he had to avoid "cameras."

He notices how the little black boxes seemed to track his every movement and store them. Weird. Why would anyone want to suck a piece of their own soul away and lock it into a box where everyone could see it.

Not to mention, the females of this era seemed to lack decency with their lack of clothes. How are they going to acquire a husband when they went around showing that much skin?

With that thought, it went to one of his disciples who had been forced into pretending to be a prostitute once... Poor disciple.

But most importantly, these females kept aiming their little "cameras" at him and attempting to snap photos. Luckily, he was a Godly Ranked Immortal and always changed his angle to avoid his face being captured.

"Look at that cosplayer. It looks so accurate!"

Cosplayer, wondered the Immortal. What is cosplayer? The Immortal continued his hunt.

"Look at his long hair and black robes. Did you notice the golden dragon embroidered on it?"

"He has those sword-like eyebrows. High cheekbones. A lean figure! Can you imagine the muscles he has? Agh!" Nosebleeds everywhere.

The Immortal sighed as the cameras continued to track him. Pesky things. Slowly, in the arm of his robe, he made a little motion with his fingers. He sent pieces of dirt, metal, and other types trash at the speed of sound at all the cameras who had looked at him or were in his path.

Unbeknownst to him, his actions were disturbing most of the security and a number of citizens.

"Holy sh*t! Another camera got taken out. What's going on?" The security guards questioned each other. Soon, all the tech support and higher-ups were looking for the source.

"Report all the cameras were taken out by pieces of trash."

"Trash? Small pieces of trash flew and hit every single camera so that only the lens was broken?" asked one of the superiors.

"Yes sir."

"Seems fishy. Get the Supernatural Department!"

Back in New York City, the Immortal continued his journey in the city. Apparently, the technology had advanced to the point where horses were no longer used for travel. Instead, a creature called a car was used. It ate a strange substance known as "gas."

Slowly, but surely he made his way to a structure with the words, Golden Lotus Agency. He wandered directly in front of the transparent substance and pushed at the transparent walls. It wasn't opening?

No problem. He thought. Placing one hand on the door, he pushed.

Krang! He had shattered the entire wall. Now pieces of broken glass laid all over the place. With a smooth stride, he entered the building ignoring all the open-mouthed stares thrown in his direction.

"Hey mommy," a little girl pulled at her mom's sleeve. "Should we tell him that the doors said to pull on them?"

"No sweetie, he was able to shatter bullet-proof glass with one hand, it's best we don't put ourselves at his attention." The mother responded as she led her child away.

The rest of the people on the street merely shrugged after seeing him break glass. It was a security company, they should be able to fend for themselves and so the spectators escorted themselves out of the site.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Miss Chang Mei Hua." The Immortal asked the woman sitting in front of the desk.

She stared at him dazedly as he tapped his fingers on the desk. "Security!"

Immediately, two large men in suits approached the Immortal ignorant of their impending demise. "Sir, we request you to leave the building."

The Immortal looked at them through his peripheral view. Youngsters. So disrespectful of their elder nowadays aren't they?

One of the men reached for his shoulder.

He took a step back and threw his elbow up aiming for the face of the bodyguard.

"Sh*t! This guy knows how to fight!" The other man screamed as he pulled his partner backward.

The two bodyguards changed their stance to the defensive art known as the Lotus Petals of Protection Art which they had learned from the Untouchable Golden Lotus Manual.

"Golden stance of the Lotus Petal!" The two burly men screamed as they stood back-to-back.

The Immortal sighed. He walked towards them and gave a slap on both of their faces. "Naughty children, shouldn't disturb their elders. Most importantly, disciples shouldn't scream their moves out during a battle. Now pay respects to this Grandmaster."

The Immortal released some soul power into their brains, making them lose their sense of rationale.

The two men instantly fell to their knees and positioned themselves so that their entire face and on the floor. "Thanking Grandmaster for his mercy." They immediately left.

The secretary watched the events that had occurred in mere seconds. She reached for the phone on her desk. Scrolling until she saw the words Boss.

"Hello, Miss Chang. There's a man here looking for you. No, he doesn't have an appointment. He also broke our glass walls. His name? Of course. Excuse me, Mister, but what how should I address you?"

The Immortal stares intently at the pink box in the young woman's hand. What was that box? Why did it have his disciple's voice? Could this woman have imprisoned his disciple inside the box! Unforgivable!

He launched himself across the front desk, his hands reaching for the pink box.

"What the?" She tried to get out of his way. But she was just an ordinary mortal powerless against the Godly Ranked Immortal. She closed her eyes and pushed her hands in front of her, still holding the phone.

She waits for a collision that never happened. "Eh?" A dumbstruck look is on her face.

The Immortal is sitting on her desk in an Asian squat. His black robes spilling all over the desk causing a messy disarray and she had just finished organizing...

"Mei Hua? Why are you in the box? How do I get you out of the box? What stupid things have you done to get stuck in a box?" He questions. His eyebrows furrowed together.

"MASTER?" An excited shriek escapes the box.

Five seconds later, thump! The Immortal turned around and there he saw her on the floor.

His first disciple. Chang Mei Hua. Mei Hua was a peerless beauty with her white skin and an hourglass figure. An Absolute Pure Yin Body holder who later on became the Master of the Golden Lotus Sect. A powerful sect that could be in the top ten of the cultivation world. All of the disciples were female and talented in at least one art.

"Master Yu Long. I've awaited your return."

He smiles gently at his disciple. "Mei Hua, why are males learning the Golden Lotus Arts?"