[Misunderstandings + Play the Pig to Eat the Tiger + Comedy and Memes + Xianxia Fantasy]
My name is Li Dachui, and I never imagined I'd become the head of an immortal sect.
Just as the name suggests, my family has been blacksmiths for generations. Today, while I was forging iron, an immortal descended from the sky and said I had extraordinary natural aptitude and the bearing of a sect leader.
And so, with a grand wave of his hand, my vision spun, and in the next instant I felt as if I were floating toward immortality.
As I floated along, I found myself seated in the main hall, in the sect leader's chair.
Damn it!
Demons and monsters are running rampant these days, and the immortal path is in decline. I'm a weakling among ordinary mortals, and now I'm supposed to be the sect leader for immortals?!
Taking a lantern into the outhouse in the middle of the day: asking for shit!
