Cosmic_Flames

This is the story of a young boy who steps into the world of immortals.

If you enjoy fantasy and cultivation novels, give this one a shot. It starts off slow-paced, but I’ll do my best to keep it engaging and not drag things out to the point of frustration.

The main character (MC) is a lone individual who avoids excessive social interactions, including friendships.

This is my first novel, so please forgive any errors. I’m working hard to keep it as clean and polished as possible.

Feel free to point out any mistakes in the comments—I truly appreciate it!

And if you enjoy (or even dislike) the story, please consider leaving a review. Honest feedback of any kind helps me grow as a writer.

(If anyone sends Power Stones or Golden Tickets, thank you in advance—it really means a lot to a newbie like me.)

**cover art isn't mine***

Heaven Refining physique

"I want a peak Grade 4 knife, do you have it?"

"Of course we have it. Grade 4 and Grade 5 weapons are kept inside; not many cultivators buy them after all. Please come inside."

Jiang Hao nodded. This was his original purpose anyway. He wanted to see how many of them were in the shop. The day he would be about to leave this city, this shop would also be gone from this world.

Figuring out who is targeting them is almost impossible. After all, even a Truth Seeker wouldn't be able to help them unless they kept asking names as wild guesses, but how many times would the other two sects let them question? He doubted it would be even once.

The shop was quite well maintained. There were four other disciples inside the shop, with one sitting at the reception.

Mortals Can Only Kneel