“Senior, you punched the ancestor of the Demonic Sect to pieces. Why do you still call yourself an ant?”
After transmigrating to the world of immortal cultivation, he found himself in a useless body with no spiritual roots. Wang Hu calmly said it was no big deal. He'd return to his old trade and keep training his body!
As it turned out, his physical strength was a little too ridiculous... An immortal sword to the head? It tickles a little. Tempering his body with divine thunder? Just enough to scratch an itch. The Demon Emperor charging at him in its true form? He accidentally crashed it into a wall and turned it into a mural.
Still, Wang Hu was convinced it was all an accident! Cultivators have all sorts of bizarre tricks. How could a brawler like me, who only knows how to throw out basic melee attacks, possibly beat them? If in doubt, run for it!
And so a legend spread through the world of immortal cultivation: there was a “normal” body cultivator who liked to take forbidden spells to the face, withstand imperial weapons with his chest, and run faster than teleportation.
He always said, “I'm just an ant. It's normal to run when I can't win, right?”
Everyone else: “...Are you sure you know what an ‘ant’ is?!”
Not a bad idea, a different perspective on cultivating immortality