I'll Come Clean: I'm the Immortal the Show Hired

Just three months after transmigrating, Qin Tian is already out of work and worried about how he’ll pay the rent. Then the crew of Street Test picks him as their “lucky participant.” He watches as two men argue, and one of them suddenly charges straight at him, spitting blood and “dying” on the spot!

“Bro, you’ve killed someone! Accidental manslaughter gets you at least three years!” Host Yan Wenhao’s “friendly warning” hits like a bolt from the blue. Worse, a Great Sage System suddenly pops up in Qin Tian’s mind: “Enter prison and you will be eliminated!”

Qin Tian: Thanks, but I just transmigrated and don’t want to die.

As a million viewers in the livestream wait for him to panic and run, Qin Tian instead hoists the 140-pound “victim” over his shoulder and walks away. “Don’t panic. He can still be saved.”

Yan Wenhao is dumbfounded. “Bro, he’s not breathing!”

Qin Tian fishes silver needles out of a trash can, then precisely inserts one into an acupuncture point with a tap of his finger. “Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, first needle: the philtrum!”

The next moment, a golden meridian diagram appears beneath the “victim’s” skin, and the silver needle spins in midair!

The livestream explodes: [Is this traditional Chinese medicine? This has to be immortal magic!]

The show’s director is ecstatic. “We’ve hit a million viewers! Keep him going!”

But they don’t know that Qin Tian looks at the actor pretending to be dead and quietly opens a new lottery draw. A Daoist Soul-Returning Art and a Soul-Returning Altar are now in his possession.

“Since you say your soul has left your body, should I really summon it back for you?”

When Qin Tian carries the “corpse” straight to an abandoned factory to set up an altar and perform a ritual, Yan Wenhao finally cracks. “Bro! Stop acting! We’re the production crew! He’s faking his death!”

Qin Tian stops his hand just before drawing a talisman and glances coolly at the camera. “Oh? So you knew I was an immortal?”