One Punch Shatters the Cultivator's Soul: Fellow Daoist, I'm a Man of Culture

Having lived for a thousand years and defeated every opponent in the Three Realms, Ling Yu now just wants to lie low. He sets up a stall at the village entrance selling steamed buns, keeps a black cat, and occasionally teaches the village children a few silly poems. The big shots from the Immortal Realm have to queue up to mooch a meal, and even the demons from beyond the borders have to follow the rules. Until one day, someone kicks over his bun stall... Don’t try reasoning with a scholar who’s lived for a thousand years. His fists don’t understand reason.