Unfilial disciple, do not ruin your master's dream of ascension and peaceful life.

There once existed a realm called Cangxuan.

There was once a statue named Qianjing.

Qian Jing dominated the world, reigning supreme over Cangxuan, subduing the demon race, fighting against otherworldly demons, repairing the path of cultivation, and saving all living beings. His great achievements are countless, and the world respects him by bestowing upon him the title of Holy Venerable.

Where is the great Qianjing Saint Venerable making his fortune now?

Oh, so you're experiencing life as a college student on Earth.

"Hey Jing, you're only a sophomore and you're already giving up on everything? Is there some kind of tradition in your hometown where you have to get the lowest score in every exam?"

Lin Zhiyu plopped down on the desk in front of Qian Jing, casually taking off her high heels to massage her sore, smelly feet.

"On the contrary, cultivators in the Cangxuan Realm are willing to fight tooth and nail for any ranking."

Qianjing answered instantly and plopped down on the counselor's desk.

The two were friendly and their expressions were normal as they immediately began chatting.

Lin Zhiyu is not only the current president of Haijing University of Science and Technology, but also the head of the Ascended Mutual Aid Association in Pujiang District, Haijing City. She is also Qian Jing's longest-standing best friend on Earth. On the surface, she is a strong woman, but in reality, she is a close female friend. Although one comes from a cultivation world and the other from a wasteland world, the two have always gotten along very well and even play monster hunting games together in their spare time.

This relaxed, pleasant, and equal friendship was something Qian Jing had never experienced in the Cangxuan Realm, and he thoroughly enjoyed this kind of relationship.

Of course, this friendship wasn't entirely pure. Qian Jing had long noticed that Lin Zhiyu was secretly probing what his special ability was every time they sparred. Let her guess whatever she wanted; if she could guess correctly, he would admit defeat.

"The only reason you're not repeating a grade now is because I changed your grades behind the scenes, but you can't keep doing this forever, can you? Jing-ge, I remember you were a top student in middle school, weren't you?"

"My goal is to experience the life of a top student in high school and the life of a loser in college. I need to eat both nutrition and poison, so that I can be healthy."

"You're amazing," Lin Zhiyu commented sharply.

Where is God?

"God is behind the plain."

"Thanks for the compliment. So, what brings you here? It can't just be for a friendly spar, can it?"

Qian Jing stretched, and the principal looked at him speechlessly before getting down to business:

Have you seen today's headlines?

"You know I don't watch esports. I'm not interested in who's amazing, who messed up, who missed, or who got the kill."

"I'm being serious, someone died in the southern part of Pujiang District this afternoon."

Nearly 200,000 people die every day around the world.

"But the sudden death of all five members of a family, with blood and fragments of organs covering the ceiling, isn't that a common way to die?"

"……oh?"

"Please, come with me, I need your help!"

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As an international metropolis, Beijing is notorious throughout the country for its evening rush hour, especially in the largest district, Pujiang, where traffic jams are everywhere, from sidewalks to overpasses, and everyone is equally stuck in traffic, whether they are elderly mobility scooters or Porsche 911s.

Of course, this level of congestion only stops the virtuous, not the wicked, and certainly not the ruthless.

Lin Zhiyu drove the Beetle at breakneck speed, overtaking other cars from impossible angles. His driving skills were superb, and he drove recklessly. Even the mighty Qianjing Saint Venerable silently fastened his passenger seatbelt.

"The crime scene was in Kaisheng Zunjueyuan, a villa community in the south of Pujiang District, where most of the residents are wealthy people."

She was explaining as she drove, but after Qianjing fastened her seatbelt, she kept playing on her phone, letting the words go in one ear and out the other.

"The scene is No. 18, Zunjueyuan, a detached villa. The incident occurred at approximately 11:30 AM... Are you listening to me?"

"Listen up, listen up... By the way, I'm going to do a gacha pull. Please bless me with a good 10-pull."

"Seriously, get serious!"

"All right……"

Qian Jing quit the game, leaned against the car window, listened to her rambling explanation of the case, and kept looking at the city scenery outside.

Haijing City is the largest city on the eastern coast of Xia Kingdom. Pujiang District is close to the sea. It is evening now, and the land breeze blowing towards the ocean is very refreshing. Taking a deep breath, the nostrils are filled with the faint smell of dust, grass, and car exhaust. Steel and concrete buildings and vehicles called "motor vehicles" rush past them, and the crowds during the evening rush hour are bustling.

Even after seventeen years of ascension, Qianjing remains captivated by the vibrancy of Earth's metropolises.

In his previous life, he was a peerless powerhouse who dominated the Cangxuan Realm, and the first person in ten thousand years to touch the method of ascension.

After ascending, he was reborn as a resident of Haijing City in the Xia Kingdom, in an upper realm called "Earth".

Generally speaking, the first type of Ascended beings grow up on Earth and, after adapting to their new powers, immediately bring their people from the lower realms up to the upper realms and quickly build up their power. This phenomenon has existed since ancient times, and there are quite a few historical figures who were actually Ascended beings, many of whom have contributed to the progress of Earth's history.

After World War II, in order to prevent the emergence of another ultimate evil master like the Austrian art student, most of the ascended beings in the world joined the international ascended beings mutual aid association and were strictly wary of newly arrived powerful ascended beings... But Qian Jing had no desire to get involved with them at all, and did not deal with any of them except for Lin Zhiyu, the administrator of Pujiang District.

He's fine as he is now.

They do not accept disciples.

Do not cultivate the Dao fruit.

It does not generate too many causal relationships with other powerful beings.

In my hometown, "cultivation" is everything that all living beings in the world pursue.

On Earth, "cultivation" is merely a product of the fusion of local beliefs and cultural creations in the Xia Kingdom.

There is no true qi, no spiritual power, no demonic beasts, no strange demons, no blessed lands, and of course, no true cultivators here.

However, Qianjing still likes this place.

There are no sectarian disputes.

There is no conflict between immortals and demons.

There were no attacks from strange beasts.

No terror came.

More importantly—no more overtime work.

One person can repair the entire Dao path? Come on.

One person suppressing a demon rebellion? Give me a break.

Guarding the border year-round without a break? Give me a break.

Perform the initiation ceremony for the world's most outstanding talents? Give me a break.

"The toilet at the Green Mountain Sect is clogged again! Your Majesty, please, please think of a solution!" Give me a break.

"For the future of the Cangxuan Realm, let's have more children, husband!" Come on, please.

"The Light Energy Clan has invaded! Fight for the Super Azure Realm!"? Give me a break.

He takes care of himself when he needs to, and relaxes when he needs to. These days, aside from occasionally helping Lin Zhiyu out of courtesy, he lives a carefree life, and keeping a good mood is the most important thing.

...but his good mood was immediately shattered.

Upon arriving at the crime scene, both men could smell a strong stench of blood even outside the cordon downstairs.

"I suddenly don't want to go in anymore..."

"Come on, come on. You've already agreed to help. If this matter is indeed related to the Ascended, we're all involved."

Lin Zhiyu clung to Qianjing's arm, pressing against her with all sorts of soft, large things, but Qianjing only felt hot; it was almost summer.

The two men scaled the cordon and weaved through the crowd of police officers as if they were in an empty place; no one noticed them.

This is Lin Zhiyu's superpower—controlling the presence of things. The two of them have now been stripped out of the perception of everyone present, more transparent than air and quieter than a gentle breeze.

As they entered the villa, the moment they stepped into the luxurious living room, it felt as if they had stepped into another world.

Blood was everywhere in the living room, and it had dried after half a day.

Reddish-black bloodstains covered the floor, and blood spots splattered onto the walls and ceiling. The visual effect was more like "a blood-filled balloon being popped" than "mass bleeding forming a pool of blood." Bones and bits of flesh were scattered in the pool of blood, mixed with fragments of clothing, and two mangled legs hung from the ceiling chandelier.

Qian Jing shared her thoughts on this:

"It looks delicious, like spicy blood curd."

"At least show some respect for the deceased!"