He's Less Cultivated Than a Dog, and You Call Him Useless?

[No harem, no System, no wish fulfillment, no invincibility, no brainless protagonist]

He somehow finds himself in another world and strives to cultivate, all for the sake of finding a way home.

Gods, demons, ghosts, monsters, all the people under heaven? What the hell do they have to do with me, Jia Liuyi?

The Dao Ancestor wants me as his disciple? The Confucians want me to inherit their tradition? The Buddhists say I'm a once-in-a-generation Buddha's child?

Are any of you better at cultivating than my dog?

Get lost, all of you. Don't sully my road home.