Cultivation

Isn’t This a Game? How Come You Guys Are Really Cultivating Immortality?! is a fast, funny cultivation story built on one killer twist: the “players” think they’re logging into a VR game—while the heroine knows it’s real life.

After falling into a cultivation world, Song Jiulai inherits a sect that’s basically a ruin: empty coffers, no resources, no disciples, and enemies who’d love to see it vanish for good. A system shows up with a single demand—revive the sect and climb to the top—but offers almost nothing to help. With no spirit stones and no backing, Song Jiulai does the only sensible thing: she finds a loophole and recruits manpower from another world.

Her solution is shameless and brilliant. She advertises her sect to modern Earth as a limited “immersive cultivation game beta,” complete with quests, skill trees, crafting, and hidden achievements. Players rush in to grind, optimize, and meme their way to “immortality”—only to slowly realize the monsters bite back, death has consequences, and every “NPC” is an actual person. Meanwhile, Song Jiulai weaponizes their enthusiasm: they rebuild halls, develop techniques, farm resources, and bulldoze problems with pure gamer logic.

What starts as chaotic comedy turns into an absurdly effective rise to power, as a once-forgotten sect becomes a growing force—drawing real attention, real rivalry, and real danger. And the biggest question becomes: when everyone thinks it’s a game, who’s going to be ready when the world stops playing along?

In a cosmos of three thousand worlds and “outer heavens,” Zhao Chun picks up a sword for one reason: to carve a road no one has ever walked.

She doesn’t chase romance, purity, or even the usual cultivator’s obsession with eternal life—she chases ownership of her own path, starting from the very first swing of her blade. In a realm where orthodox doctrines, sect rules, and lofty ideals tell everyone what a “proper” cultivator should want, Zhao Chun’s answer is simple and dangerous: she wants only what her sword can prove. Her moral line is low, her restraint is thinner, and when progress demands a price, she pays it without pretending to be a saint. Each step up the cultivation ladder widens the battlefield—from one corner of the world to the vast lattice of worlds beyond—until her personal route becomes a direct challenge to the order that governs who gets to rise.

Expect a slow-burn, no-romance cultivation climb powered by steel, grit, and a heroine who cuts her own rules into the sky.

[Level-Up Progression + Strong Heroine + No Romance]
Lu Shao Heng was spoiled and willful, living for luxury and pleasure, but she had every reason to be that way.
With a privileged birth, top-tier talent, doting loved ones, and a fiancé promised to her, everything came easily.
Until a girl barged into her life and forcefully took everything.
Lu Shao Heng tried one move after another, yet some twist of fate always made her lose.
Old friends turned on her. Her parents treated Lu Shao Heng like something to be traded. The elder brother who built his fame on her poetry and policy essays chose to abandon her, the younger brother she had trained after studying the military classics trampled her with contempt, and her fiancé had long since fallen for someone else…
When Lu Shao Heng lay starving and freezing in a ruined temple, a voice spoke.
[Life was a play. You were destined to be Jiang Yun Jiang’s backdrop, a clown forever in her shadow. But now you can choose to return to the past and change everything.]
[Back at the beginning, you can offer everything to Jiang Yun Jiang and trade it for a decent future. Or you can plan again and face her once more.]
Starting over sounded like a miracle.
But Shao Heng chose to let go of the past and move forward.
She was going to cultivate immortality!
“I never regret anything, so why start over?”
Letting go of resentment and bitterness, Shao Heng finally saw the truth: power was the foundation of every rule.
Ambition woke in her bones, and desire spread like wildfire.
Look – mountains would erode into new shapes, rivers could even reverse and change their course, but she would always move forward.
…
In cultivation, years meant nothing. When Shao Heng looked back, she had gone from her first step on the immortal path to taking first place on the Phoenix Cry Rankings, soaring straight into the clouds, and cutting down immortals with her sword.
Along the way, she had already become the immortal path’s unrivaled leader, someone the whole world had to admire.

In the year 2200, a seemingly ordinary phenomenon becomes the end of an era. A meteor shower hits Blue Star (essentially Earth). All hot weapons and related manufacturing equipment suddenly fail or are destroyed for reasons no one can explain. At the same time, plants, animals, and even some natural environments mutate into lethal threats.

Guns and missiles disappear from the stage. In their place, martial cultivation and strange powers rise as the only way to fight back. Humanity hides in fortified bases while the world outside turns into a wasteland filled with “disaster materials” and terrifying mutant creatures. This is the backdrop of the story’s ten-years-later present, a post-apocalyptic, high-martial, interstellar-leaning world.

Nascent Soul True Lord Song Wan Ning dies a cruel death—only to learn she was never the heroine, just the “vicious supporting villain” written to be sacrificed.

In her first life, the childhood sweetheart she loved for a hundred years pushed her onto the Devil Path for the sake of his “transmigrated” heroine disciple. The disciple she cherished most—the so-called male lead—personally ground her bones to dust and scattered her ashes. In the end, they even joined forces to wipe out her entire clan.

Reborn, Song Wan Ning is told by the Three Lives Mirror that survival means “whitewashing” herself and earning the male and female leads’ favor. She smiles softly… and refuses. A villainess who knows the plot isn’t here to beg for forgiveness—she’s a wolf walking straight into the sheepfold, teeth bared.

The Medicine King Sect’s inheritance is meant to go only to the heroine? Song Wan Ning shatters the inheritance divine sense and destroys a thousand spirit tablets in one breath. The divine beast recognizes the male lead but not her? She skins it, tears its tendons, and strips its bloodline—because without bloodline, what is a divine beast worth? The sect shields her childhood sweetheart and the “chosen” leads? Then she’ll erase the entire sect from the Seven Sects and Four Factions.

They call her crazy.
So what?
When she goes crazy, everyone else finally learns to behave.

In her previous life, Yu Zhao spent her entire existence struggling against Ye Cong Xin, desperate to win back the favor of her master and her five senior brothers. Yet in the end, she was branded a traitor, reviled by everyone, and slain by the very master she loved most.

Reborn, she abandons any hope of reconciliation with her master and senior brothers and resolutely chooses to walk the Emotionless Path instead.

To her surprise, the senior brothers who had once hated her to the bone now seek her out in turn, weeping as they beg for her forgiveness.

Her master even drives a sword into his own heart, willing to die just to hear her call him “Master” one last time.

But such belated affection no longer holds any value for her.

In this life, she will never look back.

Yu Zhi Yi worked hard all her life, finally managing to turn her useless playboy husband into a pillar of the nation, earning titles and commanding armies.

Before she could even enjoy a few good days, she was reborn.

Upon opening her eyes, she discovered that the real daughter, Yu Jiao Jiao, had also been reborn — and even earlier than her. Yu Jiao Jiao had impersonated her to stage a coincidental meeting with the playboy Zhang Tian Shun, trying to steal her life.

Yu Zhi Yi, on the other hand, was married off in exchange, to Yu Jiao Jiao’s betrothed from her previous life, a lovesick young lord whose heart was filled only with gratitude to his savior, independence, and his “pure” first love.

Yu Jiao Jiao waited for her to make a fool of herself, dreaming of becoming a princess consort.

Yu Zhi Yi: “Thanks for the invite. The concubine’s child must call me ‘legitimate mother’ and is required to respect, support, and make money for me to improve my cultivation. What wretched woman? She’s actually a living Bodhisattva!”

And you—

My dear sister, soon you will find that what you snatched is nothing but worthless tr*sh.

That so-called “pure love” will also turn sour.

As for me, no matter the storms you bring, I shall remain unshaken.

This is the Mistress of Metaphysics.

Rong Shu transmigrated into an immortal cultivation world where mortals were as insignificant as ants. In order to survive, she struggled to force her way into Heaven’s Evolution Sect, the largest sect in the Southern Wilderness, and became the personal disciple of the Immortal Lord.

This should have been a blessing, yet Rong Shu gradually realized that her master and several senior brothers and sisters were all completely unreliable.

Her master treated her as nothing more than her senior sister’s playmate and maid.

Her eldest senior brother, a sword cultivator, actually drew his sword and threatened her to her face.

Her second senior brother, an alchemist, tried to poison her under the guise of “elixirs.”

Her third senior brother, who specialized in beast taming, sided with the senior sister without the slightest sense of principle.

And that fourth senior sister, the darling of the entire group, was in fact the murderer who had stolen her spiritual roots.

To stay alive, Rong Shu left Heaven’s Evolution Sect three years later. By chance, she entered the most mysterious sect in the entire cultivation world. She thought she had finally found a place where she could cultivate in peace, but she did not expect that sect to…

Li Shuang, once a proud favored daughter of heaven, gave her whole heart to everyone around her, only to be betrayed again and again.

The master she revered abandoned her at the most desperate moment and left her to die.

The junior brother who had grown up by her side raised his sword against her.

Even the sword spirit she had painstakingly nurtured turned on her and pierced straight into her body.

Only after half a lifetime did Li Shuang finally understand the truth: all of this happened because she was bound to a transmigrated younger junior sister.

Whenever Li Shuang suffered emotional pain, that younger junior sister’s cultivation would rise. She could siphon away Li Shuang’s luck, seize her chances, and seize her fate.

After this epiphany, Li Shuang severed all worldly ties and stepped onto the Emotionless Path.

When she entered her new master’s sect and rose in power once more, the people from her former sect could only weep with regret.

The transmigrated younger junior sister: “Why can’t I absorb her luck anymore?”

Former master: “Shuang’er, this is all my fault!”

Former junior brothers: “Senior Sister, please look at us again!”

Former sword spirit: “You’ve raised a new sword spirit, so you don’t want me anymore?”

Li Shuang never once turned back.

Feelings?

[They only slow my hand when I draw my sword.]

Look at her now: holding a three-foot sword, untouched by mundane entanglements, ascending toward immortality step by steady step.