Great Tang: I'm Really Not an Immortal

Shen Changqing transmigrated to the Zhenguan era of the Tang Dynasty, thinking he was in a normal historical world.

He had no idea that the words he wrote with his own hand had become divine weapons for demons and vengeful spirits;

that the dishes he cooked himself had become immortal delicacies that enhanced cultivation;

that the red bricks he fired himself had become rare magical treasures;

that the people who begged him to tell their fortunes every day were all experts on the verge of overcoming tribulation and ascending to immortality;

that the little white fox who wagged its tail every day, begged to be petted, and ate his leftovers was actually an immortal fox from Qingqiu, all so it could eat food touched by his saliva every day.

His customers never brought cash, either, and always paid with useless bits of scrap metal.

For some inexplicable reason, all his former customers began calling him an immortal. Shen Changqing, raised under the red flag, refused firmly:

"I only tell fortunes and write talismans for fun. You'd better find someone else."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.