Immortal Mortal

Mo Wuji spent most of his life believing answers could be found through research. As a botanist, he devoted years to studying plants and the human body, eventually reaching a discovery important enough to attract attention from people who cared more about results than the man behind them. He never had the chance to see where that work would lead. Betrayal arrived first, cutting his life short just when everything he had worked for was finally within reach.

Death, however, turns out to be less final than expected.

When Mo Wuji opens his eyes again, he is no longer standing inside a laboratory. He has become Mo Xinghe, the last surviving heir of a family whose glory disappeared long ago. The title that once belonged to the Mo clan exists only in old conversations, their wealth is gone, their influence has faded, and the young master whose body he now occupies had already lost the will to keep struggling before fate stepped in.

Starting over would have been difficult even for a healthy person. Unfortunately, Mo Wuji quickly learns that this body carries another problem, one far more serious than poverty.

In this world, a person’s future is decided almost from birth. Those blessed with spiritual roots walk the road of cultivation, joining sects, mastering powerful arts, and pursuing immortality. Everyone else watches from the sidelines. Mo Wuji belongs to the second group. Every test reaches the same conclusion, his spiritual roots are absent, leaving him with nothing except a body that the world has already judged worthless.

He refuses to accept that answer.

Long before arriving here, Mo Wuji had grown accustomed to asking questions other people ignored. If herbs could be analyzed, if the human body could be understood, then why should cultivation remain beyond examination? That stubborn line of thinking slowly pushes him toward ideas few cultivators would even consider, opening a path that owes more to patience than talent.

His days are spent searching for food, gathering scraps, reading whatever he can find, and trying to keep himself and Yan’Er alive. She remains beside him even after the Mo family loses everything, never asking whether following a man with no future is worth the hardship. That quiet loyalty becomes one of the few constants in a life where almost everything else has fallen apart.

The farther Mo Wuji walks down this uncertain road, the less convinced he becomes that destiny is something people are born with. Perhaps it is something that can be dismantled, rebuilt, and forced to make room for those who were never supposed to have a chance in the first place.