After waking up, I find myself the most insignificant mortal in the cultivation world.
The cultivators around me have extraordinary talents and can summon wind and rain, while I can only sneak out a chemistry beaker.
I thought I could keep a low profile and save my skin with knowledge, but the potion I mixed on a whim leveled half the martial arts grounds.
When the greatest cultivator in the world kneels before me, begging for instruction, I silently hide the Five Years of College Entrance Exams, Three Years of Practice in my hands...
