Nonsense! How Could an Ordinary Mortal Like Me Be a God?

After transmigrating, Su Xian spent eighteen years believing he was a good-for-nothing with no cultivation at all.

After all, Fourth Grandpa in the village bragged every day about creating the world, while his playmate Ergou had run off to make a name for himself. The village chief thought Su Xian ate too much, so he shoved a rusty scrap of an iron token at him and kicked him out to make his way in the world.

But he didn't know that Fourth Grandpa was the Immortal Venerable Creator, Ergou was the peerless Demon Emperor, and that rusty scrap of iron was the supreme immortal decree of the cultivation world!

When Su Xian enters the cultivation world, the head of the Qingxu Sect offers him their sect's treasured Enlightenment Tea. Su Xian spits it out in disgust. "Why do you big sects drink this stuff too? Back in our village, it's just weeds for feeding pigs!" The sect leader nearly collapses on the spot.

He accidentally wanders into the demon realm and sees the Demon Emperor radiating murderous intent. Su Xian walks up and pats him on the shoulder with a sigh. "Ergou, it's been tough doing odd jobs out here, hasn't it?" The Demon Emperor drops to his knees with a thud. "Brother Xian, I'll go back to the village right now!"

Su Xian is at his wits' end. The outside world is too dangerous. Just stepping over a threshold with his left foot first could get his cultivation crippled. He only wants to find a patron who'll give him room and board so he can lie low. Why is that so hard?

One day, the lords of countless sacred lands kneel outside his mountain gate and cry out, "Please, Senior, give us a chance! We'll give you the sect leader's seat, with room and board included!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.