Cultivating Immortality: I'm the One Pulling the Strings

Jiang Yang accidentally transmigrated to the world of immortal cultivation. Sure that he had a System and a golden finger, he believed he was destined to reach the summit and become an unparalleled Immortal Venerable. But he never imagined the System would abandon him. System: “The Host is already invincible in this world. I am too ashamed to face you, so I hereby disband. Goodbye, Host.” Jiang Yang: “Wait, don’t go! What do you mean, invincible? You haven’t even taught me how to cultivate immortality...” No matter how Jiang Yang called out, the System never appeared again. He knew he had been abandoned. “Damn it, you just leave like that? What am I supposed to do?” Jiang Yang wailed helplessly. Ever since the System had awakened, it had spent years teaching him music, chess, calligraphy, painting, planting, gardening, medicine, and health care, but it had never taught him a single cultivation method. And now it claimed he was invincible? What a load of crap! Jiang Yang watched immortal cultivators fly across thousands upon thousands of miles on their swords, and heard tales of their flying swords cleaving rivers from a thousand miles away. He cowered in his thatched hut, trembling with fear. “Damn, this world is too dangerous!” Yet before long, countless cultivators came to his door and bowed in worship. “We are willing to serve at your side, to be your pawns and help shape the great tides of Heaven’s Way!” Jiang Yang stared at them, baffled. “What’s going on!?”