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IMMORTAL CULTIVATOR

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In a world where **strength decides fate**, weakness is a curse. Lin Fei has lived his entire life under the shadow of that curse — mocked, beaten, and forgotten. Born without talent, unable to gather even a thread of spiritual energy, he is the boy everyone calls useless. Yet beneath his quiet endurance burns a will that refuses to break. When destiny finally turns its gaze his way, it comes in the form of a **mysterious silver ring** . The moment Lin Fei’s blood touches its surface, the ring awakens — and with it, a power older than the heavens. From that instant, Lin Fei’s journey begins — a path from **powerless outcast** to **unrivalled conqueror**. Guided by the silver ring’s secret will, he will tear open the barriers between realms, fight gods and monsters alike, and forge his own law of dominance. Each battle will temper him. Each defeat will forge him. Each victory will echo across worlds. He will master alchemy, weapon-crafting, arrays, and monster control. He will learn the balance between mercy and ruthlessness, between emotion and resolve. And through the fire of endless struggle, he will become something greater than mortal — the very embodiment of **unshakable will and unstoppable evolution**. From weakness to supremacy. From despair to destiny. From a forgotten nobody… to the legend whispered in every realm. **This is the story of Lin Fei — the man who rose from nothing, armed with a mysterious silver ring, and fought across worlds for absolute dominance.**
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Chapter 1 - Beyond Death, a New Dawn

Linfei's mind drifted back from the endless dark, his chest rising faintly against the silken sheets. The ceiling above him was unfamiliar, carved with patterns that spoke of wealth and refinement he had never known. The air was clean, touched by the fragrance of herbs.

A voice broke the silence, calm but lined with the edge of tension.

"You're awake, sir."

Turning his head, his gaze found her — a young maid standing at his bedside. Her uniform was precise, every crease in place, her dark hair tied neatly without a strand out of order. Yet her composure couldn't hide the strain beneath. Her hands tightened around the folded cloth she carried, and her eyes lingered on his face, vigilant, as though she feared his consciousness might vanish again.

"You mustn't move too suddenly," she continued, tone measured and deliberate. She stepped closer and checked the bowl of water and cloth placed nearby. Every motion was careful, trained, but quick enough to betray her unease. "You have been unconscious for nearly three days. The household was… concerned."

Her words were chosen well, formal yet edged with urgency. She placed the cloth gently on his forehead, testing his temperature without looking away from him. For a moment, Linfei caught the faint press of her brows, the unspoken worry behind the mask of discipline.

He tried to speak, but his voice faltered. Still, she listened attentively.

"Where… is this place?"

"You are in the manor of my lord," she answered promptly, bowing her head slightly with practiced decorum. "Your condition was grave when we found you. I was instructed to attend to you until recovery. Please, conserve your strength — the master will wish to see you when he hears of your awakening."

Linfei studied her quietly. Everything about her demeanour proclaimed duty, not intimacy. And yet… even in the rigid lines of her posture, he could see the effort she made to remain calm, the trace of relief that softened her eyes now that he was no longer silent and still.

For the first time since death claimed him, Linfei felt the ground beneath his new life: uncertain, strange, yet grounded in the ordered care of someone bound by responsibility.