Traveling through the world of cultivating immortals, I was just a weak fighting cock at the beginning and was awarded the title of [Weak Chicken].

[Weak Chicken] (1/10)

You are weak, very weak, a street on the side of the road that no one cares about, and your presence is reduced by 80%.

All opponents will look down on you, and in the early stages of the battle, they will only exert 30% of their strength at most.

【Stingy】（1/50）

You can choose to enter the iron rooster state, with your defense at full capacity and your body as hard as iron, so that no one can hurt you.

You have gained the ability to cultivate by swallowing metal, which can make your body stronger.

【The Heavenly Chicken cannot be leaked】（1/100）

You can hide your cultivation level, and no one can see through your true realm.

Your secrets have been blocked, and no one can predict or deduce your fate.

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I thought I could stay in the Zhao Mansion and become a great demon.

Until one day, on the day of the Zhao family's young master's wedding, I was caught and brought to the wedding hall with the bride.

I suddenly got the title of "marry a chicken and follow the chicken".

【Copying the "Supreme Elder Lord’s Art of Longevity" once grants +1 Vitality】

At that time, Chen An held a lowly official post merely a proofreader in the Eastern Library. Day after day, he copied scriptures, convinced his life would pass in mediocrity. Yet unexpectedly, he awakened a divine gift: so long as he transcribed or replicated texts, drawings, or paintings, he would receive tangible rewards. From basic attributes at the outset, to peerless martial arts that dominated the jianghu, and even immortal arts offering glimpses of eternal life all flowed from the pages of books.

Chen An understood: the ancients had spoken true. Within books lie golden houses; within books dwell beauties fair as jade.

...Later,

Chen An once hid divine techniques he’d gleaned from books back within their pages, unleashing legends upon the martial world.

With a single stroke, he wrote the character for "rain" (雨), ending years of drought across three hundred miles of the Qin River basin.

With a sweep of his brush, he conjured an immortal’s paradise, coveted by kings and generals alike.

The world sought transcendence, chanting "seek the immortals, seek the immortals."

Little did they know

Immortals walked among them