“Auntie, please, can you not take off my clothes? Let’s just talk, okay?”
“What are you shy about, little brother?”
“The room's already booked. You still wanna pretend you're a gentleman now?”
“Auntie, look, let me be real with you. I’m not who you think I am. I’m an Immortal Doctor. Immortal, got it? Hey, hey… stop touching me!”
Inside a small motel.
A sultry older woman, dressed more to reveal than to cover, swayed her way toward Harrison Nolan.
Seeing how forward she was, Harrison was speechless.
“Hey! I mean it! I’m really an Immortal Doctor from the Tianlong Continent... from the cultivation world! I’m a damn Medicine King!”
He tried to keep it together and explain himself.
The woman let out a giggle. “Oh? So you’re into some kind of heavenly cosplay? Too bad I didn’t bring the costume!”
Harrison nearly cried. Her look said it all—she thought he was nuts.
When she reached to undress him, Harrison snapped.
“Don’t touch me!” he barked, shoving her away. “Last time I’m saying this—I’m a decent man! I’m an Immortal Doctor! Understand?!”
Now it was her turn to lose it.
“Damn it!”
She cursed, grabbed a cigarette from the nightstand, lit it with a click, and took a drag.
“I don’t care what the hell you are. You stepped into this room, you pay. Three grand. Not a cent less. Or you're in for trouble!”
Just then, the door slammed open.
In came two bulked-up thugs, sleeves rolled, tattoos crawling up their thick arms.
“Lanlan, what’s the problem?”
The woman—Lanlan—pointed at Harrison.
“This freak kept calling himself a god or some kind of immortal. You handle it.”
With that, she began to dress, clearly done playing.
The two men, however, now had their sights set on Harrison, eyes full of menace.
“You got balls, boy. Thought you could freeload in our place? You wanna die today?”
Harrison’s heart sank.
Great. This had to be that classic scam—the legendary setup.
Damn heavens.
Barely arrived in this world and already caught in this garbage?
As Harrison cursed the skies, one of the thugs stepped forward, steel pipe in hand, sneering.
“Talking to you, punk. You wanna leave on a stretcher or cough up the cash?”
A smirk tugged at Harrison’s lips.
“You clowns want money? Dream on.”
The enforcers glared.
“All right. You asked for it. Beat his ass!”
With a roar, they lunged, pipes raised high.
But before either could land a blow—BAM, BAM—Harrison’s hands struck like lightning.
Two slaps. That’s all it took.
Both thugs were knocked clean off their feet, crashing into the wall like sacks of meat, out cold.
To a Medicine King from another world, these brutes were nothing.
Lanlan stood frozen, eyes wide, body trembling.
“Don’t hit me… I didn’t know anything… Please, I’m begging you!”
Harrison walked over, sighing.
“Relax. I don’t hit women. But I do need to clear something up. I wasn’t lying. I really am an Immortal Doctor.”
He finished, then pushed the door open and stepped out.
Just as he was about to figure out how exactly he ended up in this strange world—
The sharp wails of a siren rose from below.“Freeze! Don’t move!”
And just like that, the once-mighty celestial doctor was hauled off to the holding cell by the local officers.
…
Ningcheng.
Detention center.
Harrison Nolan stood stiff in front of the cold iron bars, dazed, drained, and about ready to cry.
“What the hell is going on?”
“I was the legendary, unbeatable, devilishly charming young Alchemy King of Tianlong Continent—how’d I cross over and land straight in a cell?”
“And over... that kind of thing?!”
The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to slam his head against the wall.
Back in Tianlong, he was the prodigy of Wanyao Sect, youngest Medicine Sovereign in a thousand years. During a divine elixir refinement, the pill furnace exploded, triggered heavenly phenomena, and... boom—he died.
They say a soul vanishes after death, but his didn’t. In that critical moment, he saw a light—bright and strange.
Before he knew it, that light had yanked his spirit across worlds. He ended up watching some loser ride up on an electric bike and walk into that sleazy motel.
Fate? Accident? Who knows.
Next thing he knew, Harrison’s soul was yanked into that guy's body.
He had no clue who the guy was, or what he was doing there. Not a clue why that motel. But weirdest of all—the guy’s name was also Harrison Nolan.
Then it hit him—bam! A torrent of Earth information flooded his brain.
Now he knew this place was called Earth. Knew about phones, cars, computers... all kinds of high-tech stuff. Even got the guy’s memories—except for the part that actually mattered.
Nothing told him who the guy really was… or why he’d walked into that room.
And just like that, trouble snowballed.
Here he was—a once-peerless Alchemy King—three seconds into this new life and already locked up. It hurt, deep.
While straining to dig through this body’s leftover memories, a voice came from the side.
“Hey man, you been standing there like a post for two hours. What’s on your mind?”
Harrison turned. A dark-skinned, freckled guy with a creepy grin was leaning on the wall, sizing him up.
“First time in?”
Harrison gave a mild smile. Didn’t nod. Didn’t shake his head.
“Hah! Thought so.”
“Don’t sweat it. Folks like us usually cough up a fine, sit ten days, maybe a month, then walk.”
“What spa you get caught at? Girls treated you nice?” The guy smirked, clearly fishing for stories.
Harrison let out a bitter laugh. “I didn’t do it.”
“Really.”
He threw in the last word for emphasis, seeing disbelief flash in the guy’s eyes.
“Tch, so shy? Come on, man. You think you’re unlucky?” The guy spat to the side. “I got busted right as I dropped my pants. Didn’t even get to hold her hand before the undercover dragged me off.”
Harrison chuckled. “Alright, you win. That’s rotten luck.”
Just then, the sharp clack of heels echoed from the end of the hallway.
They both looked up.
First thing they saw—long, slender legs in sheer black stockings.
Then the outline of a tight-fitted uniform.
And then—perfection walked into view.
She had silky black hair cascading down, a fitted professional dress outlining her curves. Face sharp as a blade, cold as frosted glass.
Even Harrison, who’d seen countless seductive immortals in his past life, had to admit—this woman was stunning.
Skin white as jade, brows like moonbows.
And that face—flawless, distant, untouchable.
“Damn…”"This woman’s way too gorgeous, huh?"
The scruffy man watching her drooled openly as he spoke.
Harrison Nolan nodded in agreement. "Can't deny that."
"Tell me, if a guy had a wife like that, who the hell would still go messin’ around with escorts, huh?"
"Exactly."
Just as Harrison finished that word, two officers beside the woman stepped forward. "Harrison Nolan, your wife’s here to bail you out. You can go now."
"…"
"…"
Clang!
The cell door opened, and that goddess-like woman led Harrison out.
Walking behind her, Harrison noticed how cold she was. Not just her looks. She didn’t even glance at him once. He couldn't help but wonder, "This is really my wife?"
After settling the bail, they walked out of the holding area.
Behind them, a couple of cops started gossiping.
"Man’s got a wife that stunning and still found his way to a bathhouse? Must’ve lost his brain."
"For real."
"Guess you don’t know. He’s just a deadbeat live-in husband."
"A what?"
"You know who that woman is? She’s from the Lawrence family. Chloe Lawrence."
The moment they heard the name, the others suddenly got it.
"Oh, you mean that son-in-law the whole Ningcheng was talking about half a year back!"
"Like a rose stuck in cow dung."
"Couldn't agree more."
They weren’t loud, but Harrison caught every word. His face went from calm to sour.
Now things were clearer.
He really had crossed into another world.
And worse, ended up as a useless live-in son-in-law?
Damn it…
He used to be the legendary Little Alchemist King back in Dragonrise—charming, brilliant, suave… women threw themselves at him. And now?
This?
Hell no.
He looked up at the woman walking ahead—flawless to the point of breath-stealing.
“Well… At least my wife’s a knockout.”
“Whatever. I’m stuck here, might as well deal with it."
"First I figure out this world… Once I get my cultivation back, I’m out of this mess.”
He took a deep breath, trying to draw in the spiritual energy.
But no use.
All that filled his lungs was dirty air and fog.
No spirit energy at all.
His heart sank.
“No spirit energy, no cultivation. No cultivation… no going home.”
"Damn it, now what?"
Just when he cursed internally, something flickered inside him.
He felt a trace of spirit energy.
And it came from… her?
"She’s got spirit energy on her?"
"No way!"
That tiny wisp of familiar energy nearly made him cry out loud.
Right then, Chloe Lawrence reached a white Porsche Cayenne at the gate.
"Get in."
Her voice was cold as ice, just like her.
Harrison gave a quick "Mm," and got into the passenger seat.
He needed to be close to her—closer to that spirit energy.
Usually, he wasn’t allowed in the front seat. Not because he didn’t want to, but because Chloe didn’t let him.
Now she saw him sit there and gave him a weird look.
But in the end, she said nothing and got in the driver’s seat.
She started the car. Shifted gear. Pulled away.
