"HUAN CHEN! Are you dozing off again?!"
A loud mouthed male classmate yelled from the side.
Fang Chen's brow furrowed. That name again. His lips curled as he rose to his feet with imperial dignity. "You dare raise your voice at this lord?"
The classroom went dead silent.
The classmate who was short-haired, bespectacled with veins throbbing on his forehead, rose as though preparing for battle. "Oh, I dare! You've been ignoring me all week, and now you're mouthing off?"
He glanced around and could see young mortals in identical garments just like his vessel: Blue and white, stiff-collared.
"They're all wearing the same ugly robes," he voiced in disdain.
Someone whispered, "The loser's finally lost it." Another muttered, "Guess he hit his head."
"Loser?" Fang Chen repeated slowly, tasting the word like poison. "What a curious sect this is… you call one another losers to establish hierarchy?"
The teacher who was initially worried about him when the windows exploded, pointed at the door. "OUT! NOW! BOTH OF YOU!"
Fang Chen chuckled, shook his head, and walked out, brushing aside the other student involved in the ruckus, not because she ordered it, but because he pitied her ignorance. An immortal walking among insects… truly, the heavens had a sense of humor.
---
> "Can you leave my body now?"
"No."
> "You're hijacking me!"
"Calm yourself, mortal. Think of it as… a divine possession. A blessing, really."
> "Blessing my ass! Get out before I call the cops!"
"Cops?" Fang Chen tilted his head. "A sect of spiritual guardians, I presume?"
> "They're the police!"
"Ah. Sect guardians. As I thought."
> "No, I mean—they're—ugh! What did you do to me?!"
"Nothing harmful. Your body merely served as the most compatible vessel for my soul's escape technique." Fang Chen inspected his reflection in a glass display case.
His body had a slender frame with messy hair and a face that somehow still carried a trace of his own ethereal charm.
>"Is that me? Why do I look... somewhat dreamy?"
Huan Chen could still see through his eyes even though he couldn't control his body and he noticed that he already looked a little somewhat different than before.
"Hmm. Not bad. Nothing compared to a fraction of my original looks but this will do for now. This body shall continue to morph until I return to my impeccable, godly physique."
> "You're insane," Huan Chen groaned. "I must be dreaming."
Fang Chen smiled faintly. "If this were a dream, child, you wouldn't be sharing it with a god."
---
He wandered out through the school gates, ignoring the security guard's shouts. The streets beyond hit him like thunder due to the noise.
Roaring metal beasts glided pass, towers of glass scraping the heavens could be spotted in the distance and mortals jabbering into glowing rectangles wandered about.
Fang Chen's eyes widened. "What sorcery…?"
> "Sorcery? That's traffic!"
"Traffic? What are those rectangular boxes with light magic?"
> "Rectangular boxes? Oh you mean phones?"
"Fuones? And those metal beasts moving at the speed unnatural speed?"
> "Cars!"
"And those tower of glass piercing the heavens above?"
> "Skyscrappers! They're just regular buildings! How do you not know that?"
He smirked. "Because the last time I walked the earth, the highest structure was a pagoda."
> "You're talking like you're thousands of years old!"
"I am thousands of years old."
> "Right. And I'm the Jade Emperor."
At the mention of that name, Fang Chen froze and then grinned wickedly. "Ah… so his name still endures, even now."
> "Wait—you know the Jade Emperor? The one from the myths?"
"Myths?" Fang Chen laughed so hard that nearby pedestrians stared. "So that's what they call history now? Excellent! Tell me, child—what do they say of me in your legends?"
> "What? Nothing. Why would they—"
"Because I am FANG CHEN."
Huan Chen voice paused as a memory stirred in his mind.
A forbidden tale told online in whispers, usually on late-night forums: the Pervert of the Ten Thousand Wombs. A mythical immortal doctor who cured kingdoms, seduced empresses, and impregnated an entire generation of noblewomen before vanishing mysteriously.
> "Wait," Huan Chen voiced with a slowly horrified tone, "you're not saying you're that Fang Chen, right? The… the Immortal Pervert?"
Fang Chen straightened proudly. "Immortal Doctor. The titles mortals give me have always been unnecessarily dramatic."
> "No, no, no, you can't be him—he's supposed to be a legend from over twenty thousand years ago!"
"Ah, so they still count the years. How delightful."
> "That story said you were sealed away for corrupting the Emperor's daughter!"
"Ah, Zhao Yun's precious little blossom." Fang Chen sighed dreamily. "A pity her father lacked humor."
> "You're joking—this is a joke!"
"I do not joke about my conquests."
> "Oh my god, you're insane."
"I prefer immortal."
---
They argued for hours as Fang Chen roamed the city like a curious ghost.
Every neon sign became a new wonder, every honking car a demonic beast in his eyes. When he saw a woman holding an ice cream cone, he pointed dramatically. "She wields the Frost Dao!"
> "That's ice cream!"
He poked a vending machine. "A treasure chest that demands coins before yielding tribute!"
> "That's a snack machine, stop kicking it!"
He approached a police officer to "inquire about the local sect laws," and almost got arrested for harassment until Huan Chen screamed in his mind to run!
When they finally arrived at a quiet alley, after exploring a city that Huan Chen had seen countless times.
> "Listen, whoever you are—"
"I told you who I am," Fang Chen said lazily while leaning against a wall. "Fang Chen, Master of the Nine Heavens, Healer of Realms, Lover of—"
> "—Everything that breathes, yeah, I read the stories!"
"Then you know I'm not one to trifle with."
> "You're telling me the most infamous immortal in history is living in the body of a broke high-schooler who can't even afford lunch?"
"Fortune favors me still."
> "This can't be real."
"Reality is often too absurd for mortals to grasp."
Fang Chen stretched, enjoying his newfound mobility. "Now then, where can I find a proper spiritual vein in this world? The Qi here is thin, stale… I can barely feel the Dao's breath."
> "Yeah, no one cultivates manually anymore. People get a system when they awaken. It's the only way."
"System?" Fang Chen repeated with a curious tone.
> "It's like… a cultivation assistant. It gives you quests, stats, techniques. Without it, you're just normal."
He laughed. "So the mortals created a crutch to walk the Dao they cannot comprehend. How quaint."
> "Easy for you to say, Mr. Ancient Super-Pervert."
Fang Chen grinned. "I like your spirit, vessel."
> "Stop calling me that!"
"Then stop trying to resist me."
And suddenly, Huan Chen decided to put all his focus into doing exactly that: RESISTING.
His left arm froze mid-motion, refusing to obey.
Fang Chen scowled. "Release control."
> "No! I'm not letting some ancient creep use my body like a puppet!"
"Don't test me, boy."
> "Or what? You'll seduce my math teacher?"
"Tempting…" Fang Chen's grin turned mischievous. "She did have a certain glow."
> "Oh my god, stop talking!"
Their tug-of-war ended with Fang Chen tripping over a trash can and landing flat on his back. Two teenagers passing by burst into laughter.
"Dude's arguing with himself!" one said.
"Maybe he's practicing for drama club," the other replied.
Fang Chen glared after them while rubbing his head. "Mortals have become far too bold."
> "Welcome to my life," Huan Chen muttered.
---
Night had fallen when they finally stopped bickering. Fang Chen perched atop a park bench, gazing at the moon... It was still the same silver orb that had watched him through countless lifetimes.
> "So… you really were sealed for twenty thousand years?" Huan Chen asked quietly.
"Yes. By Emperor Zhao Yun himself. A jealous fool. Imagine punishing a man simply for sharing love with his daughter."
> "Love? You impregnated half his palace."
"Love comes in many forms."
> "You're unbelievable."
"I am eternal."
Silence lingered. City lights flickered in the distance like a thousand stars born of human invention.
Fang Chen smiled faintly. "Still… this world has spirit. Crude, chaotic, but spirited. Perhaps it deserves my return."
> "Your return?"
"Indeed. Once I regain a major portion of my strength, I shall show them what true cultivation means."
> "Yeah? In the body of a seventeen-year-old who can't do a single push-up?"
Fang Chen stretched again while smirking. "Then we shall start from scratch."
> "You're crazy."
"You still are incapable of comprehending the heights of my true power. But I do not blame you. Even as we speak, my strength returns."
His stomach growled loudly, breaking the solemn mood.
He blinked. "What was that?"
> "Hunger."
He scowled. "Mortals truly live cursed lives."
> "Welcome to being human, oh mighty immortal."
Fang Chen sighed while rising to his feet. "Very well, vessel. Let us seek sustenance before conquering the heavens."
> "You mean dinner."
"Semantics."