Watching the Fall of Immortals

I’m a college student, and I got lost. Everyone here calls me Young Master Ji and advises me to accept my misfortune and move on. Before I could even react, the daughter of the county magistrate—recently selected by an immortal sect—came to break off our engagement. Heh, what an interesting beginning. I started to understand this strange world and witnessed the prosperity of the immortal path and the flourishing dynasties beneath it, contrasted with starving masses and endless suffering. These so-called cultivators feast on the people’s resources, drain the spiritual veins of the land, and then ascend with a laugh. How are they any different from corrupt officials who embezzle and flee? ...