The Undying Immortal System

When I first arrived on the Nine Rivers Continent, my soul was transported into the body of Su Fang, an orphan boy from the Su Clan, the undisputed rulers of the area known as the Western Wastes.

I spent several short lives trying to become a worthwhile disciple of this clan, but at every step, its unrepentant ruthlessness shone through. When I couldn’t cultivate, I was killed. When I cultivated poorly, I was killed. Then, after showing even the slightest bit of promise, I was enslaved.

At no point did anyone step forward to try and teach me how to do better. They were only willing to throw me a scroll for a worthless technique and tell me to learn on my own. If I didn’t, if I had even the slightest problem in learning to cultivate, they killed me.

It was a terrible place, and after I escaped, I had no desire to return.

However, two things had drawn me back.

First, the Su Clan had been instrumental in shaping my early years in this world. Su RuDi, a low-level alchemist, enslaved my mind and forced me to spend 80 years concocting pills for him while making me focus on repaying the ‘debt’ I owed him for all the ingredients I used. The situation had drilled into my head, into my soul, a need to repay my debts, and I needed to repay my ‘debt’ to Rudy.

More importantly, to advance to Martial Sovereign, I needed to cultivate karmic energy generated from cultivators connected to my bloodline. It was possible for me to change my bloodline and join a powerful new clan, but from what I had been told, that process seemed to be permanent. If I joined a new clan, I would never be able to leave it, no matter how many times I died.

Part of me could see value in attempting this. I could join a powerful force, prove my worth, and be showered with the energy and resources I needed to advance. I could try this, but if I did so, I would always be an outsider. They might assist me to benefit themselves, but they would never care about my advancement for my sake. I would never have an opportunity to ascend to the peak of whichever clan I joined, and that meant I would never have the opportunity to ascend beyond it.

Even with the drawbacks, this path may hold a certain allure if I were a normal cultivator. However, I had to consider my future. I wasn’t just living one life. I was living a constant sequence of lives. Did I want to have to worry about rejoining a new bloodline and proving my worth every time?