The air was dead silent.

It’s over!

Xiaoran's mind went blank and cold sweat broke out.

The identity of the time traveler is about to be exposed!

He desperately tried to think of a way to get around it, but Liu Qingxuan didn't even give him a chance to speak. She simply kicked him in the butt: "Stop talking nonsense! Get up! Go back to practice!"

Xiaoran covered her butt and followed her with a look of grievance, screaming inwardly: "Senior Sister, are you meddling too much?! You're even meddling in my dreams?!"

Although he was forced to practice by the senior sister every day, one had to admit that Xiaoran's practice speed was astonishingly fast.

In just a few days, he leaped from a mortal to the sixth level of Qi training, even faster than many geniuses in the world of immortal cultivation.

But the problem is, he doesn't think this is that great at all. Instead, he complains about the monotony and boredom of the life of cultivating immortals.

One day, he heard his second senior brother, Zhao Tiancheng, sigh and say, "Alas, my cultivation speed has slowed down recently. I feel like I will be stuck at the ninth level of Qi training for a long time."

Xiao Ran casually asked, "Is it difficult to reach the ninth level of Qi training?"

Zhao Tiancheng's expression instantly turned into horror. He stared at him as if he were a monster. "Nonsense! Ordinary people may not be able to break through to the seventh level of Qi training in ten years. I practiced for three years and barely reached the ninth level. How dare you, a guy at the sixth level of Qi training, ask such a question?!"

Xiaoran's mouth twitched, and he realized that he seemed to be practicing a little too fast...

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Uh... maybe I have a special talent?"

Zhao Tiancheng looked at him meaningfully and sighed: "As expected, Junior Brother, your cultivation speed is so fast, Senior Sister will definitely not let you go."

Xiaoran's heart suddenly sank, and he had an extremely ominous premonition.

"What's the meaning?"

Zhao Tiancheng patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "Haven't you noticed? Senior Sister always trains her talented junior brothers more strictly. You're practicing so fast now, I'm afraid you won't have any fun in the future."

Xiaoran: ...

(My life as a corporate slave is completely hopeless.)

That night, Xiaoran sat in the training room again, holding the jade slip, looking at the training content on it, and couldn't help falling into deep thought.

"Cultivating immortals... is this the pinnacle of life, or is it just becoming a complete social slave?"

He sighed deeply, and finally silently circulated his spiritual power and entered a state of cultivation.

Under the high-pressure discipline of the senior sister, he no longer had any choice...