I Asked You to Tell Stories, Not to Talk the Heavenly Dao into Breaking

After transmigrating to another world, Su Chen found himself at a funeral hall, with creditors pounding at the door. He only wanted to tell a ghost story to scare them off, but the Heavenly Dao started cheering him on right there and then. With the blood moon overhead and ghostly energy all around, the creditors fled in terror, begging to become his disciples! I only wanted to make enough to get by, so I casually wrote The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils. Martial arts grandmasters actually learned the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms from it and hailed me as the Martial Ancestor? I only wanted to entertain the kids, so I told them Investiture of the Gods. The Daoist Celestials were so frightened that they hurried down the mountain in the middle of the night, accusing me of revealing the secrets of heaven and demanding a debate on the Dao? A Buddhist sage said I’d butchered Journey to the West and insulted the Buddha. Then he turned around and saw his own Vajra guardian practicing “Mighty Dragon”! When the sages of the Three Teachings arrived together and demanded to know what I was really up to, all I could say was, “I’m so done.” What can I do? I just want to lie flat! Please stop reading things into everything. I’m really not the mastermind behind the ages!