Zheng Yu transmigrated to a cultivation world, but was born with a useless spiritual root and could only live as an ordinary mortal.
With no other choice, he stayed at the run-down sect his late parents had left him, posing as a "grandmaster of martial arts" so he could coast through life.
Until one day...
"Hey, hey, hey! You bastards, stop stealing the bamboo I planted in my yard!!"
"Big bro!? I'm begging you, can you please go home? You've been staring at my painting for three days. Could you wipe off your drool already!?"
"No! I only said 'No matter how skilled you are, you're no match for a kitchen knife' as a joke. Don't take the kitchen knife from my kitchen!!!"
Zheng Yu watched helplessly as several immortal-looking old men fought fiercely over a kitchen knife. Beside them, two gray-haired old men gazed adoringly at a painting he'd casually made. Behind him stood several female cultivators of breathtaking beauty who had willingly become his maids.
Zheng Yu: "I'm just a martial arts grandmaster. I'm really not the Martial God of the Sacred Way you all claim I am!"
A host of mighty cultivators: "Senior, we understand!!"
Understand!? What the hell do you understand!?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
