My Uncle is a Sword Immortal in the Cultivation World

Li Ping'an's parents died when she was young, and she grew up in an orphanage.

In the orphanage, she didn't have enough to eat or wear, would be locked in a dark room, and someone would draw her blood with a thick needle.

Before she was five and a half, she always thought she was an orphan, until a sickly man came looking for her, claiming to be her uncle.

Li Ping'an saw a fierce sword hidden inside this uncle's body. She was scared, yet inexplicably felt a sense of closeness.

It was just that her uncle sometimes said strange things, like being born with different colored eyes, having excellent bone structure, and so on.

He also asked if she was willing to cultivate immortality with him.

What is cultivating immortality? Is it delicious?

Li Ping'an sucked her finger and nodded.

After a car accident, Li Chengfeng transmigrated to the cultivation world and cultivated for five thousand years. He never expected to return one day.

He had been in a coma for twenty years. His relatives were all gone, leaving only his sister's daughter who was adopted by an orphanage.

The spiritual energy in this world was scarce, and the Heavenly Dao was not apparent.

In this life, he didn't want to cultivate immortality anymore; he just wanted to raise his niece well.

However, there were always some short-sighted superhumans who came to trouble him, and a group of people wanted him to save the world.

What are superhumans? What's so difficult about saving the world?

Neither was as headache-inducing as his underachieving niece's exams.

Small Theater 1:

Li Ping'an had always stayed in the orphanage and didn't know how competitive children outside were until she saw past exam papers. Her small face wrinkled like a bitter melon, and she burst into tears.

"It's too hard, I can't do it."

Li Chengfeng had cultivated for five thousand years, his sword heart as firm as a rock. Even if the Heavenly Dao collapsed, his expression wouldn't change.

He stroked Li Ping'an's head, "We who seek immortality and ask the Dao must go against the heavens. What is there to fear about a mere entrance exam?"

He took the exam paper.

A few moments later, sword qi emerged, startling the nine provinces.

#Li Chengfeng never easily draws his sword, unless he can't help it#

#What's the use of being invincible? Still can't even compare to an elementary school student#

#These five thousand years of cultivation, in the end, were all for naught#