金色茉莉花

The pine wind snaps the tea smoke, and amid piles of white clouds the immortals lie in peaceful slumber. Without noticing, the dream revives those years: under the tree at the village entrance, an elder tells ancient tales—those godlike ghost stories, fox spirits, and mountain monsters that once left children awestruck—neither true nor illusion, both bizarre and romantic, still utterly marvelous. … Three of the author’s older books have ten‑thousand pre‑orders each, and “I Never Intended to Become an Immortal” has amassed over sixty‑thousand. They’ve been sold in both simplified and traditional editions, with film, TV, and animation rights secured. The author never self‑censors; quality is guaranteed, so read with confidence.

Transmigrated into a fantasy world, and yet—practitioners armed with advanced ideologies have just ended the long-fading old era of cultivation through a protracted war. The age of imperial oppression is gone, and the era of practitioners standing high above the masses has vanished; this is a vibrant new age where cultivation is universal. Welcome to the dawn of the new era. In this day and age, who isn't a practitioner?