My Years of Fortune-Telling in the Cultivation World

One day, corporate wage slave Li Hao woke up to find he'd transmigrated to a world of immortal cultivation and become an eight-year-old child named Lin Fan.

With the immortal sect's gates wide open and all eyes on him, he should have been the chosen one. The [Fortune-Telling System of the Myriad Worlds] in his mind had yet to activate, but it had already paved the way to an immortal future for him. He was imagining himself soaring on a flying sword and returning to Earth to amaze all those "good sons" when he couldn't help laughing out loud.

That laugh drew everyone's attention, and brought the harshest possible verdict before the spirit-testing stone: no spiritual root.

His path to immortality had ended before it even began.

Having fallen from the clouds into the abyss, Lin Fan spent three years in a daze before finally realizing: he might have no way to cultivate immortality, but life still had to go on. This world also had mortal dynasties, where even Foundation Establishment cultivators could become overlords. As someone who'd received a modern education and transmigrated here, why not keep a low profile and lie low among ordinary people for now?