Immortality: My cultivation Has No Bottleneck Chapter 1

It was night. The Dayan Dynasty.

Jinzhou City, within the Liang Family’s backyard.

The hour was late, and the environs were quiet, yet one particular chamber exuded an aura of death, rendering the atmosphere even more chilling.

A sliver of moonlight filtered through the window, casting its glow upon the room. Within, a youth with a dangerously pale complexion lay on the ground, his eyes firmly shut in unconsciousness.

Time passed, its duration unknown. Then, the youth’s eyes fluttered open, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. A moment later, a throbbing pain erupted in his head.

“Damn it!”

Engulfed by the agonizing sensation, Liang Sheng instinctively tried to cry out, only to find that no sound would escape his lips.

Immediately thereafter, a torrent of unfamiliar memories surged into his mind. It took him quite some time to regain his composure.

“What in the world?”

He had transmigrated—a soul transmigration, no less, with the exact same name and surname! How unoriginal! No wonder he couldn’t muster any cultivation!

The truth was, Liang Sheng had been a struggling web novel author back in the Blue Star World. After three years of consistent failure and over a dozen unfinished books, he finally grasped a vital truth, guided by a senior’s wisdom.

“Consistent updates are paramount, and reaching one million words paves the path to godhood.”

So, one late night, after maintaining a grueling pace of thirty thousand words daily for ten days straight, Liang Sheng met his end. Subsequently, he transmigrated into this new world. He was now the eldest son of the Liang Family Patriarch in Jinzhou City, a prominent family steeped in martial arts.

With the influx of memories, he became aware that this world was one of intense martial prowess, where cultivators could effortlessly scale walls and shatter mountains and rocks.

Furthermore, there were even legends within this realm of Martial Artists transcending their limitations to achieve immortality, capable of plucking stars from the sky and cleaving through star rivers with their swords. While these tales remained unverified, and his predecessor had never personally witnessed such feats, it was an undeniable reality.

This high-martial world bore a striking resemblance to the ancient Huaxia of the Blue Star. The Liang Family, in turn, was the preeminent martial arts family in Jinzhou City, having held its esteemed position for centuries. The younger generation of the Liang Family was widely regarded as the finest in all of Jinzhou City.

At this juncture, Liang Sheng had fully assimilated all the memories of his host body. For a brief moment, he felt a surge of excitement. After all, he was no stranger to such scenarios. Though he lacked personal experience, were not all his failed transmigration protagonists destined for greatness, living lives of carefree liberation?

Even though the final memories of his original body were less than stellar, he felt no immediate concern. After all, what self-respecting transmigration story, especially one starting from humble beginnings, would be without a ‘Golden Finger’?

As anticipated, after a few tentative attempts to control his body’s movements, he promptly discovered his Golden Finger. It manifested as an Attribute Panel.

Name: Liang Sheng

Age: 18

Talent: Innocent Foolishness (Top Grade)

Techniques: Golden Dragon Technique (Second Layer)

Realm: Second Level of Post-Natal Realm (70%)

Beneath the ‘Talent’ attribute, an additional line provided further explanation:

Innocent Foolishness: Possessing a sincere heart from birth, cultivation will be unyielding. Though the cultivation speed will be exceedingly slow, there shall be no bottlenecks encountered in any technique.

But what use was having no bottleneck for all techniques if the cultivation speed was agonizingly slow? This was effectively a garbage talent. How could this panel possibly be considered top-grade?

Why had the original owner descended into madness, allowing him to take over? Despite being the Liang Family Patriarch’s eldest son, lavishing in countless resources, his cultivation remained a mere Second Level of Post-Natal Realm. How could he not be consumed by anxiety?

In a martial family, strength reigned supreme!

To add insult to injury, rumors circulated that he was unfit for his position, with the family even considering relegating him to managing the Outer Sect Tavern, relegating him to the life of a mere businessman. Could he possibly accept such a fate?

And now, his own situation didn’t appear much brighter. He had seemingly obtained a Golden Finger, but with the ‘Innocent Foolishness’ talent, destined for glacial cultivation progress, what was the real difference from his previous life?

At this moment, Liang Sheng felt a pang of bitterness regarding his destiny. He studied the Attribute Panel for an extended period before finally succumbing to a sense of despair.

Wasn’t the panel supposed to have plus signs?

Why did his own Golden Finger appear to be merely a static panel with no additional functionalities?

This Golden Finger was utterly useless! Far from being a top-grade talent, this ‘Innocent Foolishness’ was clearly a low-quality product, absolute trash!

After a considerable duration, Liang Sheng finally managed to calm himself. Since there seemed to be no hope for cultivation in this life, he might as well embrace a life of indulgence.

Considering he was still the legitimate eldest son of the Liang Family, and had been entrusted with managing the family's business, Liang Sheng reasoned that as long as he didn't falter, his life would be far more comfortable than his previous one.

Fortunately, over the past eighteen years, because the original body had failed in martial arts cultivation, he had maintained an extremely low profile. Despite being the legitimate eldest son, he hadn't accumulated much negative karma.

Just as Liang Sheng was almost settling into his new life, the sound of patrolling guards could be heard outside the courtyard. Midnight had already passed.

Liang Sheng quickly finished his ablutions, preparing to retire for the night. The abrupt end to his past life served as a stark reminder; if he was determined to live a life of leisure and wealth, prioritizing a healthy body was paramount.

After all, with no hope for advancement in cultivation, perhaps his days would be spent aimlessly, frequencing brothels and living a monotonous existence.

Liang Sheng lay in bed, a wry smile gracing his lips before he closed his eyes.

With such aspirations, he mused, he was likely the most pathetic transmigrator in history, a complete embarrassment to his kind!

Still, this world was rife with martial arts. Even if his own talent was lacking, practicing some health-preserving cultivation methods might allow him to savor life for a few more years, wouldn't it?

…

The next morning, Liang Sheng rose early, intending to explore Jinzhou City at his leisure.

Though he had absorbed the original body's memories, truly adapting to this new life required firsthand experience. Unfortunately, before he could even step outside, he was intercepted.

“Young Master, the Patriarch requests your presence.”

Liang Sheng, though momentarily taken aback, quickly regained his composure, offering a slight nod without a word. The servant paid his silence no mind, accustomed to their young master's reserved nature.

As the servant guided him, Liang Sheng couldn't help but ponder the reason for the Liang Family Patriarch's summons. In his daily life, his father, the head of the household, rarely sought him out, having long since dismissed him as a hopeless case in martial arts.

At this juncture, the servant led Liang Sheng past the martial arts training grounds. The instructors were immersed in drills with the disciples, none of whom paid him any mind.

After some time, Liang Sheng sensed something amiss; they had now passed the main residence of the Liang Family Patriarch.

Then, upon rounding a corner, Liang Sheng’s gaze fell upon the imposing structures ahead, and his nerves immediately tightened.

The Liang Family Ancestral Hall!

Liang Sheng's realization struck him instantly: the rumors about his appointment as Manager of the Outer Sect Tavern were not mere gossip. Despite being the legitimate eldest son, he ultimately lacked any real power!

At this moment, the main gates of the Ancestral Hall were shut tight, yet the courtyard buzzed with activity. Numerous individuals were already present, including younger members from the various branches of the Liang Family.

Upon spotting Liang Sheng, their expressions shifted to one of veiled amusement, and a few couldn't contain their outright laughter.

The eldest son of the Liang Family?

He was nothing more than a useless scion, born too early.

And starting today, he would assume the role of Manager of the Outer Sect Tavern, no longer considered an equal among them.

Liang Sheng perceived the peculiar atmosphere pervading the courtyard. Maintaining an unreadable expression, he quietly positioned himself in a corner, closing his eyes as if to rest.

His demeanor, whether by design or accident, seemed to irk certain Liang Family disciples eager to witness his humiliation. A voice suddenly broke the silence, a low whisper:

“Eldest son? Just a useless idiot born ahead of his time!”