What do you think a high-level world is like?

In a world that values individual development, everyone is obsessed with cultivation, so naturally, other aspects fall far behind. Game consoles, DVDs, computers, massage chairs—of course, none of these things exist.

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Volume One: Days of Mixing in the Shantytown

Chapter 01: Resident of the Shantytown

Fushan is an utterly unremarkable little mountain in the Immortal Realm. Its shape is scattered and unfocused, its spiritual energy dispersed and unconcentrated; a mountain without water cannot be called spiritual, a mountain without forest cannot be called beautiful, a mountain without caves cannot be called secluded. Such a “three-nothings” place, in an Immortal Realm filled with spiritual mountains and beautiful waters, truly deserves to be called a shantytown—immortals living here must surely be the most down-and-out, destitute ones in the entire Immortal Realm.

And yet, right atop this shantytown of the Immortal Realm, on Fushan, someone had used immortal power to carve out a grand and imposing cave residence. The cave took up a third of Fushan’s main peak, Qingfu Peak, and at its entrance stood a slab of cheap mirror-stone, inscribed with large characters: Luo’s Trade Development Co., Ltd.!

This mirror-stone was the cheapest kind of gate stele in the Immortal Realm, so cheap that you could dig up tons of it just by opening up any mountain. Though the mirror-stone was huge, standing at the entrance, it didn’t lend the owner a shred of grandeur. What’s more, the line of characters on the stone was crooked and wobbly, snaking like worms—ugly as could be. It didn’t seem to be written with the long-bearded wolf-hair brushes commonly used by immortals, but rather resembled the penmanship that had only become popular in the human world in the past century—written with a fountain pen!

Even though the mirror-stone gate stele was half as tall as the mountain, in this shantytown of Fushan, where immortal traces were rare, the grand Luo’s Trade Development Co., Ltd. was deserted, with barely any business to speak of.

The company’s general manager, Adam Brooks, was a male immortal of average height and unremarkable appearance. At this moment, he was sitting at his stylish crescent-shaped desk, carved from mirror-stone, meticulously staring at his laptop, checking the business performance of the past month.

Suddenly, the laptop emitted a series of “beep beep beep” alarms. The power light flashed twice, the battery was drained, and the computer automatically went into sleep mode!

“Damn! Shit! This crappy knockoff can’t even last four hours, and that damned shopkeeper even told me it used the most advanced energy-saving technology, guaranteed to last at least twenty hours on standby! Next time I go, I’ll make him give me a full refund.”

There are no power plants in the Immortal Realm. Once the battery is dead, he’ll have to recharge it next time he goes down to the mortal world. For now, it’s unusable.

Slamming the laptop shut, Adam Brooks stood up, preparing to patrol his company.

Small as a sparrow is, it has all its vital organs—let alone the “imposing” Luo’s Trade Development Co., Ltd.? Entering from the cave, the mountain’s interior had been hollowed out into a spacious hall, with tables made of mirror-stone. This was the front desk—though there was no pretty, hot receptionist... Adam Brooks stroked his chin, comforting himself: Hmm, bread will come, and “HOTGril” will come sooner or later too.

On the left side of the hall was a door with a wooden sign reading: Storeroom. The stone door on the right also had a sign: Meeting Room.

Inside the storeroom sat an ultra-thin floor DVD player, two laptop batteries, a large-capacity CD case, and a rice cooker. This was the entire inventory of the grand Luo’s Trade Development Co., Ltd.

In the meeting room, a huge oval conference table made of mirror-stone actually gave off a bit of a big-company vibe.

Why always use mirror-stone? Because there’s so much of it—just hollowing out this cave produced over a thousand tons of mirror-stone. Mirror-stone truly is the cheapest material in the Immortal Realm.

In front of the deserted Luo’s Trade Company, a sudden gust of wind blew outside, and a timid face poked in through the cave entrance. Seeing only Adam Brooks inside, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: “Old Brooks, I’m here to pick up my goods. The DVDs I ordered last time...” With business at hand, Adam Brooks perked up and quickly greeted him: “Mr. Carter, come in, come in, your goods have arrived. Have some tea first, I’ll go get them.”

With a sweep of his sleeve, Adam Brooks made a cup of hot tea appear on the table: “Sit for a bit.” Saying this, he ducked into the storeroom next door. From the large CD case, he took out a DVD. On the disc, a naked woman with a wasp waist and alluring eyes lay seductively, stirring up a criminal urge in anyone who saw it.

...Uncensored.