My Elixir Has a Tiny Bit of Side Effects

Tomato wouldn't allow it, otherwise I would have changed the book title to "Me and My Underworld Readers". Stop using people to make pills! [Laugh until you're convulsing] + [Protagonist's daily madness] + [No protagonist abuse] + [Quickly becomes invincible] + [Plot-driven, satisfying story] + [Not entirely mindless] + [Single female lead] + [Mind-blowing fantasy] Chang Le transmigrated to a world of cultivation. He had good news and bad news: the good news was that he could refine pills, the bad news was that the pills were poisonous. "What? This pill can directly raise your cultivation level by two major realms?" "It's the real deal, no doubt about it, except it has a tiny, minuscule side effect... it can kill you..." "Then what's the difference between me and someone who just committed suicide?" "Do you think you can become a Nascent Soul Grandmaster even if you train until you die? Young man! Don't take the wrong path in life!"