Besides Immortality Cultivation, He Can't Do Anything Right

Lu Bei had put on the persona of a warm man, brimming with a sense of responsibility. He coaxed the guilt-ridden Zhu Qilan into Solitary Confinement, then performed a medical miracle, shedding the charred blackness covering his body and resurrecting at full health on the spot.

His health was full, but his mana was only half full. Besides that, he was suffering from complications such as emotional exhaustion, numbness, and mental daze.

"Gods above, may good people be rewarded. Please bless them so they won't attempt their tribulations together next time."

At the main hall of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Lu Bei had someone fetch brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. After silently praying for a while, he swept his brush through the ink and wrote the two grand, imposing characters: "Heaven and Earth."

There was no signature. On the white paper, the black characters faintly formed the momentum of twin fish. They looked plain and unremarkable, but in truth, they profoundly understood the ways of yin and yang.

If one stared closely, several sharp sword gleams could also be seen hidden within the black characters.

He had someone mount and frame it, then hung it at the very center of the main hall. What was there to worship about Qi Lijing? He was just a scammer. If one was going to worship someone, one should worship the most powerful big brother.

Lu Bei burned incense and began flattering it. Since he was already cultivating immortality, there was no harm in believing a little.

Three sticks of incense a day—it wouldn't cost much.

When they learned that Bai Jin and Zhan Hongqu had successfully survived their tribulations and were currently stabilizing their realms, the two anxious old fathers embraced and wept.

Zhan Lexian.

Lin Buyan.

Their own Little Cotton Jackets had