Chapter 1: Heaven Never Shuts Every Door

Drip...

Drip...

Lin Jing’s consciousness gradually cleared. He opened his eyes, and a damp, cold aura rushed toward his face.

Where is this?

The air was filled with an indescribable musty smell, mixed with the scent of damp soil. The surrounding walls were covered in moss and ink-colored mold. The sound of water droplets from some unknown location made the place feel even colder and more terrifying.

A prison cell?

After observing the dim environment, Lin Jing reached a conclusion, though he found it absurd.

He had just passed the immortal examination and was preparing to follow an immortal to cultivate and pursue eternal life. How could he end up in a place like this?

"Awake?"

A sharp pain shot through his brain. Before he could make any further judgments, a weak voice came from nearby. Only then did Lin Jing realize he seemed to have a neighbor.

He tried to struggle, but found he couldn't get up; his body was incredibly stiff.

"Don't waste your energy." The voice came again. "We've both been hit with a Body-Binding Spell."

"Who are you?" Lin Jing asked.

"Just like you, I was abducted by immortal traffickers," the person replied.

"..."

Immortal traffickers?

What the hell is that?

Hearing this, Lin Jing quickly recalled his memories.

He was a transmigrator from a blue planet.

After arriving here, he discovered that immortals and gods actually existed.

Since he was already here, Lin Jing quickly found new motivation.

He wanted to cultivate immortality!

His memory stopped at him working hard to seek immortality, eventually passing the entrance examination of a cultivation faction called the "Green Ox Daoist Temple" due to his astonishing talent and heaven-defying constitution.

Then, everything went black, and he couldn't remember anything else; he had been locked up here.

"Immortal traffickers?" Lin Jing was speechless.

Don't tell him that the cultivation faction he worked so hard to find was actually a human trafficking hub...

Damn it all to hell!

The weak voice came again.

"Tell me... brother, what is your constitution?"

"To be targeted by the Yin Corpse Sect, you must be like me—a cultivation genius."

"Me? A genius?" Lin Jing didn't know whether to be happy or depressed.

Hearing the other person say this, it was indeed true. Perhaps he really did possess some talent for cultivation; otherwise, he might not even be worth trafficking.

However, this only advantage after transmigration now seemed to be his death warrant.

"Brother, don't panic. Being abducted here doesn't mean we're finished."

"I'm not panicking. So, what happens to us next?" Lin Jing took a deep breath.

He was an optimistic person.

During his serious illness, encouraged by friends and family, he had developed a positive and optimistic mindset.

With a good mindset, luck wouldn't be too bad.

Look, didn't he survive and transmigrate?

He had gained a life for free.

"...The Yin Corpse Sect is one of the three major demonic sects in the cultivation world, specializing in the illegal business of human trafficking."

"They abduct low-level cultivators or mortals with rare constitutions and sell them to high-level cultivators to be used as vessels for possession or as resources for cultivating demonic arts."

"Normally, our ending is obvious: either becoming a shell for some cultivator to possess and restart their cultivation, or being refined into human medicine."

"However, brother..." the person said, "we aren't without a chance of survival. The reason I asked about your situation is that some special constitutions aren't necessarily fatal."

The weak voice continued: "For example, I possess the Primal Yang Constitution, the best kind of dual-cultivation cauldron. Even if I die, it would just be from exhaustion—dying in pleasure. If I'm lucky and the buyer is a kind female cultivator, I might not even die... That is the glimmer of hope I speak of."

Lin Jing fell silent.

No wonder you aren't panicking.

How come you sound a bit expectant?

"So, what about you, brother? Let me help you analyze it."

"Me..."

What was his cultivation constitution?

As far as he knew, in this world, over ninety-nine percent of cultivators started with mortal bodies, but a small number of lucky ones were born with various elemental spirit bodies or special constitutions, allowing them to go further on the path of cultivation.

When he joined the "Green Ox Daoist Temple," the Green Ox Daoist seemed to have said he was a one-in-a-billion cultivation constitution: the Longevity Constitution!

A short-lived ghost with a Longevity Constitution—even he found it surprising.

The other party claimed that after stepping onto the immortal path, his lifespan would be at least ten times that of cultivators at the same realm!

The effect of the constitution seemed simple, but it was better than a mortal body. Lin Jing had already decided he would hide in the temple for a few thousand years, cultivate until he was invincible, and then emerge.

But who knew, before he could be happy for long, he...

So, was his Longevity Constitution actually real?

"If I am the Longevity Constitution, what will be the outcome?" Lin Jing asked.

"Hmm? Longevity Constitution?!" The Primal Yang Constitution person was stunned, then spoke in surprise, his tone becoming firm and no longer weak.

"You are actually the Longevity Constitution!"

"Then you're finished."

Lin Jing: ?

"Rumor has it that although cultivators with the Longevity Constitution have long lifespans, their flesh and blood are said to grant 'immortality' upon consumption. I have heard that the flesh and blood of the Longevity Constitution are a great tonic for monsters and hold unimaginable temptation for demonic beasts."

"You will likely... be sold by the Yin Corpse Sect to some Demon King to become blood food!" The Primal Yang Constitution person sighed with regret.

Lin Jing: ?

So I'm Tang Seng meat, huh!

"That's not so bad, then." The next moment, Lin Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

"I still have a glimmer of hope."

"How so?" The Primal Yang Constitution person was stunned.

"Although I don't know much about the Longevity Constitution, I speculate that the higher the realm of a cultivator with the Longevity Constitution, the better the effect of eating them," Lin Jing began to analyze.

"In other words, after I'm sold, I won't necessarily be eaten immediately."

"It's possible the Demon King will forcibly raise my realm before consuming me."

"Moreover, eating me all at once would be too extravagant. If I were the Demon King, I would slowly improve my quality, drawing blood and cutting flesh daily for sustainable consumption. That would maximize the value. When the time comes, I'll suggest this to the Demon King; maybe we can even have a long-term partnership."

"That's better than being possessed immediately..."

"Ah?" The Primal Yang Constitution person gasped, deeply shocked.

He really wanted to ask, are you a normal mortal? What on earth have you been through!

But in the end, he didn't ask...

The two fell silent.

Lin Jing looked up at the sky again.

After an unknown amount of time.

With a loud "boom," the prison cell shook.

Lin Jing and the Primal Yang Constitution person, who had been closing their eyes thinking about who knows what, opened them simultaneously.

A huge commotion came from outside; it seemed someone was fighting.

Hearing the movement, Lin Jing suddenly thought of a keyword and said, "Brother Cauldron, didn't you say before that the Yin Corpse Sect does illegal business and is a demonic sect?"

"That means there must be 'righteous law enforcement organizations' in the cultivation world, right?"

"If so, do we have another path to survival: being rescued by righteous people before being sold?"

The Primal Yang Constitution person poked his head out, not expecting this mortal to react so quickly, and most importantly, to be so emotionally stable.

However, his surname wasn't Cauldron either.

"Isn't there!" Lin Jing’s mindset was peaceful; he knew heaven never shuts every door.

This movement... maybe a righteous fairy had come to save them!

As he finished speaking, the stone wall cracked, the huge cell was smashed, and amidst the flying rubble, he saw a robust Black Bear Monster, two people tall, stepping over the ruins and appearing before Lin Jing’s eyes.

This Black Bear Monster had bulging muscles and scarlet eyes. As it looked at Lin Jing, drool dripped from its fanged mouth, and it spoke in human language:

"I smelled the fragrance from far away..."

"I’ve got dog-shit luck, actually finding a 'Longevity Constitution' in such a small place, and guarded only by some weak Foundation Establishment cultivators."

"Looks like I can have a great tonic..."

As the black bear finished, Lin Jing’s smile faded. No, where the hell did this monster pop out from?