Prologue: That Romantic, Snowy Journey Through Time

Introduction: The Unluckiest Time Traveler in History

　　“Two hours ago, I was still Edward Lawson, about to advance to Purple Mansion Golden Immortal,” Andrew Brooks looked gloomily at the pencil in his hand—an HB, the kind elementary school students use to write.

　　Looking again at the test paper in front of him, he felt like crying. “What kind of question is this? Water flows in from the top, leaks out from the bottom, and you still want to fill the pool? Whoever made this question must have water in their brain, right?”

　　Andrew Brooks has always had a sharp tongue, and this hasn’t changed just because he’s now a third-grade elementary school student. That’s exactly why his popularity in the Immortal Realm has never been great.

　　In fact, his popularity is far worse than he thinks—it's not just “not so good,” it’s downright terrible. He entered the Dao through qi, ascended to the Immortal Realm after only two hundred years of cultivation in the human world, setting the fastest ascension record in history, and that was on an Earth where spiritual energy was already extremely scarce.

　　And in the following five hundred years, he advanced at a jaw-dropping speed, from Wandering Immortal to Spirit Immortal, Jade Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, and Mysterious Immortal, finally becoming Edward Lawson—and a famously powerful one at that, able to compete with most Purple Mansion Golden Immortals.

　　Of course, such crazy advancement always comes at a price. There’s no denying that Andrew Brooks is a genius—a cultivation genius—but the reason he could level up so fast is clear: he’s a cultivation maniac.

　　He put all his energy into cultivation; calling him a “madman” wouldn’t be an exaggeration. As a result, his social skills are extremely poor.

　　To put it more precisely, his “emotional intelligence” is severely lacking!

　　A lack of emotional intelligence isn’t necessarily a huge problem, but combined with his foul mouth, it becomes a much bigger issue. He often “hurts immortals without realizing it,” and is completely oblivious!

　　So, two hours ago, karma caught up with him!

　　At that time, he was in his own immortal mansion, at the critical moment of advancing to Purple Mansion Golden Immortal, when suddenly the cave residence began to shake violently. Next, his immortal mansion, protected by the “Ninefold Immortal Spirit Grand Array” he had set up, was forcibly destroyed and exploded with a bang.

　　In a daze, countless immortal artifacts flew at him, the air filled with the clamor of immortals.

　　“Kill him! He’s Edward Lawson; if he survives, none of us will have a chance. If he becomes a Purple Mansion Golden Immortal, won’t he be able to do whatever he wants?”

　　“My immortal beast, the Purple-Furred Hou, just scratched an itch on a rock outside his door and got killed by this guy. Serves you right to have this day!”

　　“Exactly! This guy even wanted to dual cultivate with Grace Sterling. What the hell? We’re here answering Grace Sterling’s call.”

　　Grace Sterling, known as the number one beauty in the Immortal Realm—Andrew Brooks had no idea his reputation was this bad. That day, he happened to meet Grace, made a casual joke, and his foul-mouthed quip scared Grace Sterling so much that she disappeared from the Immortal Realm for over half a year.

　　“I feel kind of wronged…” Facing the barrage of immortal artifacts, Andrew Brooks was dumbfounded.

　　Unfortunately, he was at the critical point of his advancement, unable to move his body, and several of his magic treasures couldn’t be activated. At any other time, he’d have a ninety percent chance of escaping, even with so many immortals present.

　　Because of his poor popularity, he didn’t have many refining materials or magic treasures. Luckily, he entered the Dao through qi, and the vast immortal spiritual energy in his body, combined with his innate “primal crimson qi,” allowed him to forge a life-saving natal magic treasure—the Clear Void Qi Bell.

　　A natal magic treasure is meant to deal with inner demons and heavenly tribulations, and in this situation, he could still summon it.

　　Under the bombardment of countless immortal artifacts, a white light flashed, and the universally disliked Edward Lawson Andrew Brooks vanished before everyone’s eyes.

　　All that was left was a pool of blood, rich with immortal spiritual energy. The immortals looked at each other. “Was he blasted to pieces?”

　　“He’s dead,” a Purple Mansion Golden Immortal stepped forward. “I had already locked onto his divine sense just now. Now, in the vast Immortal Realm, I can no longer sense his presence.”

　　The immortal whose Purple-Furred Hou was killed sighed—he was also a Purple Mansion Golden Immortal. “Actually, just teaching him a lesson would have been enough. This guy is just… just clueless about the ways of the world.”

　　These words just barely reached the ears of Andrew Brooks, who was caught in a chaotic energy vortex. Even though he was gravely injured and about to die, he couldn’t help but stare in shock: Seriously? I’ve lived over seven hundred years and I’m still clueless about the ways of the world?

　　Then, he fell into a deep coma.

　　When he woke up again, he was delighted to find: Ha, I’m not dead.

　　Wait, something’s wrong. Why are my hands so small?