Cultivating Immortality Under Blossoms on a Country Path Takes a Knock

I never would have guessed. Did Granny Meng take the wrong medicine, or does the King of Hell just like causing trouble? How could an utterly ordinary person like me transmigrate to a fantasy world? Is it the decline of morality or the distortion of human nature? A golden finger? A white-bearded old man? Nope, none of that exists~