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The entire Immortal Realm is fighting tooth and nail for a place on the Investiture of the Gods, while all I want is to lie flat in a little town.
The axe I use to chop firewood? They call it the Divine Axe That Created Heaven?
The rice I feed my chickens? They say it’s the supreme immortal pill?
Then a Golden Immortal tried to take my shop, and my watchdog swatted him into ash with one paw.
A severely wounded Demon Venerable was on the brink of death. He ate a bowl of my leftovers, and in an instant, radiant light blazed around him as he ascended on the spot.
And a Sage insisted that the carp in my pond was the ancestor of the Dragon Clan, kneeling at my door and begging me to grant it a drop of my bathwater...
I’m sick of these immortals showing up at my door every day, letting their imaginations run wild and getting carried away with their act.
“I really am just a mortal. Please stop putting on this show, okay?”
The gods and Buddhas of the Three Realms: “The senior is right! We understand! We’ll do our best to play our roles in this mortal’s drama!”
