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.

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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.