What kind of magic? This is called cultivating immortality!

What kind of magic? This is called cultivating immortality!

Author: Liu Yicaiwei

Summary:

"I am the Heavenly Emperor, and I shall suppress all enemies in the world!"

"When the world calls my name, I will appear again!"

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential!"

Zhong Hui, a patient with severe delusional disorder, claims to be the reincarnation of the "Heavenly Emperor" and has been imprisoned in Qingshan Mental Hospital for twelve years.

All doctors unanimously diagnosed him with late-stage paranoia, increasing his medication dosage and sentencing him to life imprisonment.

One day, Zhong Hui seized an opportunity to escape and leaped into the sewers of the "Boundary Sea." When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a new world brimming with spiritual energy.

I originally intended to start with a mortal body, cultivate the path of immortality anew, surpass the peak of my previous life, sweep away the mysteries of the heavens, and protect peace for all ages.

But suddenly a mechanical voice echoed in my mind:

[Congratulations, host, you have been bound to the Magical Girl System.]

"What kind of magic? This is called cultivating immortality!"

Chapter 1 The Wandering Dragon Returns to the Sea

Qingshan Mental Hospital.

Today is the hospital's regular monthly consultation day. Zhong Hui got up early, quickly washed up, and quietly slipped into the staff bedroom to prepare a cup of hot tea for the lovely Dr. Luo. After getting dressed, she turned around and rushed to the consultation room.

Shortly after, a mental patient pushed open the door and walked in.

Zhong Hui glanced at him; the other man was around thirty years old, with a sallow complexion and his eyes darting around.

He smiled and asked, "What is your name, sir?"

"Who are you? Where is Dr. Luo?"

The man froze, looking at the unfamiliar doctor in front of him. He was somewhat agitated, and his eyes were filled with fear.

“He has something to do today, so my name is Zhong Hui, and I'll be filling in for him. Sir, please don't worry, you can tell me anything you need to do, and I'll definitely be able to help you.” Zhong Hui acted professionally and patiently reassured the patient.

"You...are you really a doctor?" The man frowned, noticing that the person claiming to be a doctor didn't have a name tag on his clothes.

Zhong Hui followed the gaze and noticed this as well. "I got up in such a hurry this morning that I forgot. Let's not talk about that now, we're short on time. Let's talk about your illness instead. May I ask your name?"

The man glanced at the other person's shadow, confirmed it was him, gradually lowered his guard, sat down, took a deep breath, and slowly said, "My name is Xu Fang. Doctor, I can see ghosts."

"Boom!"

At that moment, thunder roared outside.

"ghost?"

Zhong Hui pondered for a moment, then asked earnestly, "Are you talking about the ghosts that people's souls turn into after they die?"

"correct."

Xu Fang said urgently, "But nobody believes me. My family and friends all say I'm mentally ill. They tied me up and brought me here. Dr. Zhong, I'm really not lying. Believe me, I really can see ghosts!"

"I believe you!"

Upon hearing these words of belief, Xu Fang shook his head and smiled bitterly.

It's the same thing again. The exact same words Dr. Luo said before.

Ultimately, these doctors will only treat him as mentally ill, spout some comforting platitudes, and prescribe a bunch of useless pills.

He no longer held any hope for the doctor in front of him, stood up, and intended to leave directly, but Zhong Hui stared intently into his eyes and said with certainty, "Mr. Xu, in my opinion, you should have the ability to see ghosts."

"What?" Xu Fang was stunned.

Zhong Hui looked at his puzzled expression and smiled wickedly. With his experience of millions of years, he explained, "The so-called Yin-Yang Eyes are a special physique. Although they are not as powerful as double pupils, blue eyes, three-flower pupils, or the Rinne Sharingan, cultivators can still use them to see through Yin and Yang and distinguish between humans and ghosts. They are an invaluable aid for ghost cultivators."

He then sighed and said with emotion, "The Earth is currently in the Dharma-ending Age, with spiritual energy depleted and cultivators dwindling. I never expected that someone as fortunate as you could be born. Mr. Xu, you have a deep affinity for immortality. Would you be willing to join my Azure Sky Emperor Sect as an inner disciple?"

"boom!"

Just as Xu Fang was about to speak, the door to the consultation room was suddenly pushed open.

A man in a white coat walked in, clutching his stomach, sweat beading on his forehead, and looking pale.

He pointed at Zhong Hui and shouted weakly, "Zhong Hui! You despicable bastard, you stole my clothes and pretended to be a doctor again, and this time you even drugged me!"

"So fast..." Zhong Hui stood up calmly, put his hands behind his back, and gazed intently at the torrential rain outside the window.

"Sigh..." He sighed deeply, full of helplessness, then turned around again and looked at Dr. Luo, whose lips were trembling. "You have misunderstood. In consideration of your decades of loyalty to me, I hereby bestow upon you a Marrow Cleansing Elixir to help you cleanse your marrow and meridians, so that you may enter the path of immortality and attain the carefree realm of immortals in the mortal world."

"Fuck your Marrow Cleansing Pill! That's a laxative!" Dr. Luo roared angrily.

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach churned violently. He could only clench his legs tightly, clutch his stomach with both hands, and bend over, with fine beads of cold sweat sliding from his forehead to his pale face.

He has always had the habit of drinking hot water.

This morning when he woke up, he saw a cup of hot tea prepared on his bedside table. Without thinking much about it, he drank it. Little did he know that the tea had been laced with laxatives, which caused him to almost collapse from diarrhea in the toilet.

He had been practicing medicine for over twenty years and had treated thousands of mental patients, but he never expected to be defeated by Zhong Hui, and not just this once.

Standing to the side, Xu Fang's expression was strange. He looked at Dr. Luo, whose expression was contorted and who was in increasing pain, and then at Zhong Hui, who seemed calm and composed, someone he had just begun to feel a bit of goodwill towards. He said:

So...you're mentally ill?

Zhong Hui: "No, I am the Heavenly Emperor, who transcends time and suppresses the world."

Dr. Luo lay limply on the ground, her voice trembling, "He's just a mental patient..."

"With mortal eyes, one cannot recognize the Emperor's countenance." Zhong Hui waved his hand and said to himself, "When I got up this morning, I did some calculations and deduced that a celestial being with the ability to see the spirits of the spirits would come here today to enlighten him. And so, Mr. Xu and I have met him."

Dr. Luo writhed on the ground in pain, feeling as if he was about to lose control and a powerful force was about to erupt.

Xu Fang was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly spoke: "Zhong... Heavenly Emperor, were you serious about the Azure Sky Sect you mentioned earlier?"

Zhong Hui's eyes lit up instantly.

He walked up to Xu Fang, placed his hands on his shoulders, and looked solemn and serious.

"The Azure Sky Emperor Sect," Zhong Hui said with a sigh, "was founded by me 360,000 years ago when I attained the True Immortal status. At its peak, its disciples were spread throughout the myriad realms. Later, I achieved the Immortal Emperor realm and established the eternal Heavenly Court, ushering in a glorious era where all races coexisted and all heavens revered me. You cannot imagine how powerful I am. I can strike the heavens above and sweep away the netherworld below. Those who chant my true name in the cycle of reincarnation can attain eternal life."

"Then how did you..."

Zhong Hui raised his hand to interrupt him, "I only regret that the strange phenomena swept through the heavens, corrupting all the immortals. I, the Emperor, wished to quell the strange phenomena, but in the end, my blood stained the plateau. Now, I have been reincarnated and must cultivate anew, wishing only to..."

He suddenly covered his mouth and nose, and mumbled, "Why does it smell so bad?"

"Ah~"

Dr. Luo, lying on the ground, let out a satisfied groan, then expressionlessly pulled out his phone. "Hey, security, Zhong from room 3 has escaped. This time, get him to the intensive care unit."

Zhong Hui ignored him and continued looking at Xu Fang, "Are you willing to join my Azure Sky Emperor Sect?"

"Don't listen to this madman..." Dr. Luo roared weakly.

Xu Fang's expression was complicated, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally made a decision.

He glanced back at the foul-smelling Dr. Luo and said in a deep voice, "Dr. Luo, I've thought it through. Since you all treat me like I'm mentally ill, I might as well follow Zhong Tiandi; at least he trusts me."

Dr. Luo opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Zhong Hui burst into hearty laughter.

"Good! Good! Good!" Zhong Hui said "good" three times in a row, each time louder than the last, and the entire consultation room seemed to resonate. "Xu Fang, you have indeed not disappointed me! From today onwards, you are the 672nd generation inner disciple of my Cangqiong Emperor Sect, and your Daoist name... from now on, your Daoist name will be True Man Who Sees Ghosts."

Xu Fang's lips twitched. "Could you suggest something better?"

"Then let's call him Yin Yang Zhenren (the True Man of Yin and Yang)."

"..." Xu Fang was silent for a moment, then said, "Alright."

Dr. Luo watched helplessly as one mental patient was tricked into becoming a disciple by another, without any emotional reaction.

He was used to it. Zhong Hui had suffered from severe hallucination disorder since childhood. He was abandoned by his parents when he was ten years old and sent to a mental hospital.

During his twelve years in the hospital, he was exposed to all kinds of cultivation novels. In addition, due to the influence of his mental illness, he created a complete cultivation worldview, including sects, the Heavenly Court, the end of Dharma, and strange pollution. He described it in a very realistic way, as if it were true. In the days that followed, he kept recruiting people to join his sect in the hospital.

Mentally ill people have different thinking abilities than ordinary people. As long as you follow their line of thinking and then try to fool them, it is easy to succeed.

Just like Xu Fang, who firmly believed that he could see ghosts, Zhong Hui not only agreed with him, but also put Xu Fang's worldview into his own worldview of cultivating immortality, so Xu Fang was easily persuaded.

Before long, two tall and burly security guards arrived, one carrying a restraint fork and the other a rope, and headed straight for Zhong Hui, who was wearing a white coat.

"Fallen Immortal King? Trying to capture me again! This time I've come prepared, and I will not let you succeed this time!" Zhong Hui sneered, opened the window, and jumped straight down from the second floor.

Outside, the rain was pouring down and thunder was booming. Zhong Hui identified a direction and ran as fast as he could, with two security guards in hot pursuit.

In the end, he was cornered against a wall.

"Zhong Hui, have you made enough trouble? You have nowhere to run now."

"Zhong Hui has been admitted to the intensive care unit. You won't be able to escape so easily."

Two security guards chuckled and slowly approached.

Zhong Hui, his hair disheveled, looked around.

Surrounded by enemies, there was no way to retreat.

In his prime in his previous life, he could have easily suppressed two fallen immortal kings with a wave of his hand, but now...

At that moment, he caught sight of a pinkish glow emanating from a nearby puddle and immediately burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, do you really think two mere fallen immortal kings can capture this emperor? As long as I want to leave, the path is right beneath my feet!"

After saying that, Zhong Hui ran towards the puddle without hesitation, leaped into the water, and instantly sank into it.

"Holy crap, someone's going to die!" a security guard shouted in disbelief.

That puddle was actually a sewer. The original manhole cover had long been stolen by a mentally ill man in the yard who called himself Captain America. He said the manhole cover was his vibranium shield.

These past few days, Jiangyuan City has been experiencing continuous heavy rain. In addition, the hospital's drainage system is not working properly, causing water to overflow from the sewer openings, making it look like a puddle.

It is actually six or seven meters deep; if a person loses their footing and falls in, it's like falling into a well.

"Quickly, call the police!"

The security guard frantically pulled out his phone.

In the water, Zhong Hui continued to dive deeper, while the two fallen immortal kings outside were blind and did not recognize the true nature of the Boundary Sea.

The so-called Boundary Sea is a world in itself, and every time the waves surge, it signifies the destruction of a great world!