Hahaha... I’ve transmigrated into an immortal! How awesome is that?

Grace Miller looked up to the heavens—no, he was already in the heavens—and laughed wildly, looking down.

Hahaha... I’ve transmigrated into the Jade Emperor’s personal bodyguard and number one protector! How cool is that?

Grace Miller clutched his chest and let out a long, hearty laugh.

Hahaha... With my silver helmet, silver armor, and sword in hand, I’m as handsome as a jade tree in the wind, charming all beings, stirring the hearts of the heavenly beauties—how dashing can one get?

Grace Miller slapped the table and let out a hoarse, strange laugh.

Wait, the new Taibai Jinxing is here, and there’s a group of immortals following behind. Are they here to promote me again?

“Ahem, sir, on behalf of the Heavenly Court’s HR department, I officially notify you that you’ve been removed from the list of immortals.”

“What! Why?”

“Because... because you failed your foreign language exam.”

And so, Grace Miller, who had been smug for less than five minutes and hadn’t even had time to enjoy the perks of immortal life, was stripped of ninety percent of his immortal power and kicked down to the mortal world.

Volume One: Falling to the Mortal Realm

A heavenly deity descends to the world, playing among mortals

Chapter One: Foreign Languages Matter Even for Immortals

Bored out of his mind and too lazy to change the channel, the homebody Grace Miller lounged on the sofa watching an episode of the old version of “Journey to the West.” After patiently finishing it, he spoke to the empty room:

“Our Chinese Daoist immortals are so damn unlucky. After all that effort to raise a Monkey King, in the end he gets subdued by the Western Tathagata Buddha. The Heavenly Court is left with a bunch of old, weak, sick, and disabled folks. After all these years, has anything changed at all?”

Grace Miller’s dad, in another room, heard this and shouted:

“None of your business! Go study English!”

English, English—just thinking about it gave Grace Miller a headache, worse than watching TV commercials all day. But he couldn’t ignore the orders from the family’s top boss, so he went back to his room and flipped through his vocabulary list, starting from the letter A for the Nth time. After all these years, the book was several hundred pages long, but only the first three pages were worn—the rest looked brand new.

As always, the big and small letters had an irresistible magic over Grace Miller, making him lay his head on the desk, drooling as he fell asleep. Only this time, the magic seemed a bit too strong.

Grace Miller transmigrated.

He realized it instantly and couldn’t help but feel smug.

Memories of his previous self surged in like a tide—too many, and Grace Miller had to accept them bit by bit.

First of all, he was now a bona fide immortal in the Heavenly Court, with clouds swirling at his feet and celestial music ringing in his ears.

“Hahaha...”

Grace Miller burst out laughing. No more English, no more exams, no more job hunting—he could do whatever he wanted.

Pointing at the clouds beneath his feet, Grace Miller said:

“Heavens, oh heavens, now it’s your turn to be under my feet! Hahaha, who’s protecting whom now?”

New memories came again. Turns out, even immortals can’t do whatever they want—there’s still a hierarchy. Grace Miller’s official title was “Sword Immortal of the Ninth Heaven,” the number one swordsman in the Heavenly Court. Hahaha! As for magic... well, at least he was number one at something. Hahaha! His job was as the Dragon Court General of the First Army of the Celestial Troops, personal bodyguard to the Jade Emperor, and chief protector.

Grace Miller laughed heartily, unable to stop for a long time. There was a purple sandalwood table beside him, which he smashed with a slap. No worries—he’d just have the Heavenly Court’s logistics department send a repairman to fix it with a spell.

Grace Miller drew the sword at his waist and swung it a few times—so awesome, so cool! His inner energy surged, thunder rumbled faintly from the void above the Ninth Heaven, even the air around him was shaken, and the clouds at his feet instantly sank halfway, bowing in submission.

Grace Miller was so pleased with himself he almost laughed himself breathless. Can immortals get out of breath? Of course not. Grace Miller steadied himself and saw a wall-sized mirror in front of him. He hurried over to take a look.

“Hahaha...”

He had barely stopped laughing for half a minute before Grace Miller burst out in another strange laugh, because the immortal in the mirror was just too handsome—exactly like the idol he dreamed of at age seven: silver helmet, silver armor, a fiery red cape, a plume of colorful pheasant feathers on his head, a dazzling breastplate, and as for looks—much younger than today’s Takeshi Kaneshiro, but a bit more mature than Takeshi Kaneshiro in his youth.

Grace Miller proudly spun around twice, admiring his new immortal body, and then more memories surfaced.

The “Sword Immortal of the Ninth Heaven” had another nickname: “Romantic Sword.” Although his magic wasn’t quite number one, his luck with women was the undisputed champion. The two palace maids who fanned the Jade Emperor would always exchange flirtatious glances with him, distracting the Sword Immortal from his guard duties.

The Queen Mother’s daughters and goddaughters were always crowding around him, calling “Sword Brother” non-stop—so annoying.

And then there was Aunt Chang’e, one of the few immortals in the Heavenly Court who hadn’t been replaced for ages. Already quite old, she always sent a giant, terrifying rabbit to invite the Sword Immortal to the Moon Palace for a chat. Grace Miller just shook his head and thought: No way, no way. The moon is too desolate and lonely. What if I run into a Shenzhou spacecraft and get caught on video for the whole world to see? I’d be doomed.