Fox Tail Pen

Li Huowang found himself teetering on the edge of reality, ensnared in a perplexing quandary. Was he languishing in the sterile confines of a hospital room, or was he ensnared in a cultivation world where survival was a daily gamble? 
The lines between the tangible and the imagined blurred, with each realm asserting its authenticity while dismissing the other as mere figments of illusion.
Embark on an odyssey with Li Huowang as he navigates through this enigmatic existence. Delve into a universe where the arcane arts of cultivators intertwine with the unspeakable terrors that lurk in the shadows. In this world, existence itself is a precarious balance.
Original Synopsis:
The Bizarre Path to the Heavens, 'Dao', a narrative woven with the surreal tapestry of Deities and Immortals. But what is truth, and what is mere fantasy? Amidst the maelstrom of his own harrowing ailment, Li Huowang grapples with discerning the real from the unreal. Yet, it is not just the enigma of these otherworldly beings that clouds his judgment; it is the specter of his own affliction, a malady that threatens to unravel the very fabric of his being.
He is sick, very seriously ill......

Crossing back and forth: Abnormal Immortal Record of Spooky Daoist

Li Huowang couldn't help but suppress his laughter, suddenly feeling that a Taoist asking for help from nuns was indeed a very funny affair.


"Ahem, esteemed masters, please, no more laughing, my trouble is really urgent, if it's not resolved it could be the death of me," Li Huowang, unable to contain his amusement any longer, spoke gravely.


"Come with me; we'll go ask Master for advice. Oh, right, bring two Gold Beans for the road."


A greasy, fat hand reached out in front of Li Huowang.


Li Huowang wasn't afraid of the nun asking for money; anything that could be solved with money wasn't a problem to him.


After two Gold Beans were handed over, Li Huowang followed the chubby nun outside.


When about to leave the room, Li Huowang looked back at the other nuns with a bit of reluctance. He felt being around their carefree selves daily was quite enjoyable, to the point where even the foul air didn't smell so bad anymore.


Chapter 82: Master Jingxin