Everything was developing as Xiahou Chi had envisioned.
He joined the sects, consumed elixirs, learned the physical refinement techniques from Big Senior Brother, attained status and power, and even the governor of the city changed his address, calling him an Immortal...
"Immortal, could you speed up the farming? The sun is about to set."
Not far from the western outskirts of Baishou City lay a vast field, bathed in the dimming sunlight, seemingly endless.
And in the field, a group of people was toiling away with hoes, sweating profusely.
Crack!
Xiahou Chi straightened his back, only to hear the crisp sound of his bones, his waist popping from bending for so long.
"Why? Why?!"
Xiahou Chi mumbled, gazing at the hoe in his hands as if his head was about to explode, as if his brain was trying to regrow...
He was an Immortal!