Reborn as a pitiful nobody in another world, Xia Qingyu only wants to gather enough energy to ascend as soon as possible.
Give people opportunities? Sure, but I absolutely won't get involved myself.
I give them immortal destinies, and they work for me. Fair deal, right?
So I hide behind the scenes, quietly releasing secret realms and silently cultivating my "workers."
Watching them rise from good-for-nothings and turn their lives around, helping me rake in the world's shock value, I nod in satisfaction.
But gradually, things start to go wrong.
The cave abode I casually tossed out becomes a sacred martial arts site;
The tiny flame I casually lit burns through a dynasty's conspiracy;
The girl I saved without thinking is worshipped as an immortal by the people.
As every faction frantically searches for the "Master of the Secret Realm," I hide even deeper.
I won't show myself until I ascend!
Until one day, the "tools" I chose recognize one another and kneel together before the thatched cottage where I live in seclusion:
"Master of the Shadows, lead us and usher in a new age of the Immortal Way!"
It's spiritual roots again. Real cultivation of immortality doesn't require spiritual roots at all. Before the invention of paper in ancient times, it was impossible for schools to educate poor people. They had to learn by themselves. No matter what era it is now, the theory of cultivating immortals is still the same. When you choose an individual, you won't see any spiritual roots. Later, when you start cultivating immortals, you will have spiritual roots again. You can't change the way you write it. You won't go far if you stay the same.
Come on, five-star praise
Korean calendar?? Han Xianzun, you dare to become a clone of the mortal world, good, good, good