Leisurely Days with the Immortal Sweeping Fallen Flowers

Jiang Gu, the most promising second-generation immortal, took unifying the immortal realm as his mission—until the love tribulation delayed for three millennia finally manifested. According to the immortal ascension records, the fastest way to overcome a love tribulation is through the Heartless Path paired with a master-disciple bond. Jiang Gu descended to the mortal world with his sword in hand. His plan was simple: three years for romance, five years for love, striving to kill his spouse to prove his Dao and ascend within a decade. Yet for all his calculations, Jiang Gu never expected his love tribulation to fall upon a lazy, good-for-nothing playboy. Jiang Gu’s face darkened—how could such trash be worthy of being his tribulation? —— Wei Feng lived his days in joyous debauchery until a new elder descended from the heavens, singling him out as his disciple. Enchanted by the cold, ethereal beauty who seemed like an immortal banished to earth, Wei Feng impulsively agreed. From then on? Up before dawn, asleep late into the night, teetering perpetually between exhaustion and death. Hugging his head in agony, Wei Feng cried, *Ancestor, what do you want from me?!* Jiang Gu replied flatly, *Form your Golden Core in three years, reach Nascent Soul in five, and achieve Great Perfection Tribulation Passage within ten.* Wei Feng’s knees buckled. *Just kill me!* Jiang Gu drew his sword cheerfully. *Your wish is granted.* Wei Feng learned he could crawl pretty damn fast. Later, Wei Feng was molded (tortured) into the number one cultivator of the realm, only for his master to drag him into a Dao Companion Oath at the height of his triumph. Before Wei Feng could rejoice, Jiang Gu’s sword pierced his heart. Clutching his master’s sleeve weakly, Wei Feng gasped, *I think—* Jiang Gu intoned coldly, *This master owes you a lifetime.* Wei Feng spat blood. *I can still—* Jiang Gu covered his eyes impassively. *Go in peace.* Wei Feng shook his head frantically. *I’m not—* Jiang Gu clamped a hand over his mouth. *You're dead.* —— Jiang Gu ascended successfully—only for the Heavenly Gates to halt him. *Your love tribulation remains unresolved.* *Resolved. My husband is dead.* *Turn around.* Jiang Gu turned to see his disciple, drenched in blood, eyes crazed yet brimming with tears as they streamed down pitifully. Jiang Gu: …………