Eighty Million Fed to the Dogs? That's Right, That's What the Best Do

Everyone thought I was a good-for-nothing who lived off women. The campus belle fell for me? A saintess wants to cultivate with me? It was all just a disguise for my pleasure-seeking ways. When my Nascent Soul cultivation erupted and I slew an ancient demon, only then did they realize: who was really fawning over whom? If I can't make a stunning debut, I'd rather remain unknown.