Traversing Five Thousand Years

“A warning to all cultivators: Ascension is a monstrous lie. The immortal path is severed—do not attempt to ascend.”

When Jiang Yu received this warning left by a predecessor, he sighed softly, then plummeted from the summit of the clouds.

Atop Cloud Mountain, six people stood.

“Has Teacher fallen?”

Ma Tianzong, the richest man in the north of Jiang, wept bitterly, his expression laden with grief.

Gu Feifei, the most celebrated actress in Huaxia, bit her rosy lips, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

In the military, General Liu Banan’s tiger-like eyes brimmed with tears, his knees dropping abruptly to the ground as he wailed, “Your disciple bids you farewell, Teacher!”

In Cloud City, the underground emperor Li Hao cried out in anguish, “We must recover Teacher’s body—I will see him buried with the highest honors!”

…

Jiang Yu opened his eyes slowly, gazing around in bewilderment.

A tall, stunning young woman stood gracefully at the podium. She held a love letter, and was teasing aloud, “Jiang Yu, as long as you agree to one request, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

The entire class held their breath, except for Jiang Yu, whose confused eyes gradually sharpened.

In his previous moment of peril, he had poured all his life’s cultivation into barely preserving his soul, which was on the verge of disintegration.

“Are you able to sleep with me?” The young woman giggled, making Jiang Yu’s impotence known to all.

The class erupted in laughter.

Many turned to Jiang Yu, shaking their heads i