Perfect Life

The fragrance wafting from the Linglong Pavilion grew increasingly intense, attracting men and women, young and old alike. Curiosity held them spellbound at the door, eager to catch a glimpse of what lay within.

To their dismay, the grand doors remained tightly shut.

When the doors finally creaked open, the rich, mouth-watering aroma spilled out. But before anyone could take a single step inside, they were blocked by departing guests!

The shopkeeper then slowly stepped out, bowed with cupped hands, and addressed the crowd.

"Everyone."

"Our humble establishment is temporarily closing its doors. We will not be receiving any guests for the time being. We beg for your understanding!"

After dropping this hasty announcement, the shopkeeper retreated back inside.

The doors slammed shut again, leaving the crowd of onlookers completely dumbfounded!

"What the hell?"

"The Linglong Pavilion is refusing business? Have they lost their minds?"

"What kind of rich background do they have to just close shop on a whim?"

"Tell me about it! It's getting harder and harder to make a living these days. Even the donkeys on a production team wouldn't dare take a break, yet they just casually announce they're closing? This has to be a scam, right?"

"It must be a trick! Heaven knows what kind of food and wine they have in there; the smell alone makes me want to swallow my own tongue. There's no way they're actually closing!"

"If you ask me, this is just some gimmick. They probably have something new to sell and are just playing hard to get!"

"Exactly! Let's just wait right here and see what kind of trick they're trying to pull!"

The crowd grew more agitated the more they spoke, all fired up to see what would happen.

Having caught a whiff of those rich fragrances, even the skeptics couldn't resist their cravings and joined the growing mob waiting at the door.

Heated discussions rippled through the crowd, their expressions resolute!

"I'm going to wait here until I figure this out!"

"Yeah, we wait to the bitter end!"

The street outside quickly devolved into a noisy clamor, rivaling the grand spectacle of the pavilion's opening day. Inside, however, was a world of absolute serenity, without a single lingering guest in sight.

Separated only by a door, it was like two entirely different worlds.

At this moment, the grand hall of the Linglong Pavilion was filled with young women dressed in plain, elegant skirts.

Whether in looks or bearing, they far surpassed the fairy maidens of mortal legends. If any one of them were to appear on the street outside, it would cause an absolute sensation.

These young women stood quietly in line. Some balanced celadon trays on their delicate hands, holding an array of priceless medicinal pills. Others carried jade basins filled with immortal nectar for washing...

Regardless of what they held, all several hundred of them wore solemn, obedient expressions. With lowered eyes, they waited in silence. The long queue stretched up the ancient wooden stairs all the way to the towering seventh floor.

This was the most luxurious private suite in the Linglong Pavilion, spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people. Right now, the doors were tightly shut, and the beautiful maid at the very front of the line had already been waiting for quite some time.

Beside her, the shopkeeper also waited with a bowed posture, not daring to utter a single word.

It wasn't until a middle-aged man in a wheelchair appeared that he finally dared to bow and report via voice transmission.

"Manager..."

"Everything has been prepared according to your instructions. The entire Linglong Pavilion has ceased operations. We three thousand attendants will devote ourselves entirely to serving His Excellency's physical body. Various resources are currently being transferred from the treasury to guarantee that every single one of His Excellency's needs will be met!"

Hearing this, the Manager gave a slight nod.

He casually tossed over a Huazi cigarette, startling the shopkeeper into a state of profound reverence and trepidation.

Yet, no matter how thrilled he was, the shopkeeper didn't dare make a sound. He quietly tucked away the precious cigarette and obediently stood behind the Manager.

The eyes of everyone in the Linglong Pavilion were fixed on the door of the grandest suite.

Inside, there was only one person: Yi Feng. At this moment, he was gripping an ancient jade, having cast his consciousness into it to try out a Life Simulator game. He had fallen into a deep slumber on the divine velvet couch...

After what felt like an eternity of murky darkness, Yi Feng's vision finally cleared.

An incredibly realistic and breathtaking landscape appeared before him. There were mirror-like lakes, swirling clouds above, and lush green mountains encircling him. Immortal cranes and exotic beasts soared through the clouds, and the gentle breeze brushing against his face felt remarkably refreshing.

As the sunlight warmed his face, it brought a perfect sense of comfort.

Yi Feng's eyes gradually widened in surprise. He looked down, clenching and unclenching his hands, feeling a wave of astonishment before muttering aloud.

"Good heavens..."

"Even the tactile sensation in my hands is so real. It feels exactly like reality. This Life Simulator game from the Linglong Pavilion really is something else!"

Before Yi Feng could marvel any further, he caught sight of his reflection in the lake. It was identical to his real-life appearance, just as incredibly handsome.

Instantly, Yi Feng felt a surge of delight.

This game wasn't just realistic; it was highly user-friendly. It actually knew to preserve his handsome face. Not bad, not bad at all!

Before Yi Feng could spend more time admiring his peerless beauty, a group of youthful fairy maidens descended from the sky. They landed all around him, calling out to him with tender affection, their eyes shining with the adoration of absolute fangirls.

"Eldest Senior Brother!"

"Eldest Senior Brother, I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Senior Brother, I've been having many doubts about my cultivation lately. I wonder if you might have some free time today to offer me some guidance?"

"I don't have any issues with my cultivation, but I feel the layout of my cave dwelling isn't elegant enough. Would you be willing to come over and give me some in-depth pointers?"

"Senior Brother, I have questions too!"

In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by young, beautiful women. Each one was youthful and radiant, their eyes brimming with admiration and love.

Yi Feng had never been this popular before.

The happiness came so suddenly that he didn't quite know how to react.

Fortunately, a game prompt surfaced in his mind, helping him understand his character's role.

[In this life, you are the Eldest Senior Brother of the Yunding Heavenly Palace. Endowed with transcendent talent and profound cultivation, you have become world-renowned at the mere age of eighteen. Captivating the hearts of countless young women, you are the true Chosen One!]

Upon reading the setting, Yi Feng instantly beamed with joy!

The Chosen One?

So his starting point was this overpowered! No wonder he was so popular!

He had to admit, while the game had the blunt, over-the-top feel of a one-hit-level-999 web game, it was undeniably exhilarating. At the very least, it was much better than his real life.

Yi Feng had never even dared to dream of having such a perfect life!

Amidst his excitement, he felt an itch to test his limits.

With a light tap of his foot, he shot straight into the heavens, standing atop the sea of clouds! With a casual wave of his hand, he unleashed a power capable of overturning seas, causing the clouds to churn violently!

The group of fangirls trailed behind him on clouds of their own, their gentle voices filled with endless praise!

"Eldest Senior Brother's movement technique is as dashing as ever."

"Eldest Senior Brother is so handsome!"

"Compared to our Senior Brother's grace, all other men in the world are nothing but mortal mud."

"Senior Brother, please give me some guidance!"

Just as the female cultivators were bubbling with excitement.

Several male cultivators in white robes also flew over on clouds, their faces filled with reverence!

"It really is Senior Brother cultivating!"

"But of course! Other than Eldest Senior Brother, who else in this world could possess such magnificent grace?"

"If I could have even one-tenth of Eldest Senior Brother's grace in this life, I would die content!"

"One-tenth? You dare dream that big!"

"Exactly! If I could have even one-ten-thousandth of Eldest Senior Brother's grace, I'd willingly train bitterly for another two thousand five hundred years!"

...

Listening to the endless stream of flattery behind him, Yi Feng felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

Standing with his hands behind his back, revered by thousands, able to touch the sun, moon, and stars with a raise of his hand.

The perfect life he had dreamed of should be exactly like this.

This, this was what a true cultivator was supposed to be!

How different it was from his own reality. Ever since he transmigrated, he had suffered untold hardships. After grinding away for years under the system's guidance, he thought he would finally become a cultivator. Who knew that in the end, he would still achieve absolutely nothing? He couldn't even master fasting from mortal food, and he was dead on his feet every single day. Cultivation, my ass!

This game was simply phenomenal.

Finally, Yi Feng got to experience the exhilarating thrill of being heaven's chosen genius. It was truly a dream come true. Overwhelmed with emotion, he gradually let himself sink into this wonderful life...