Thank you for the invitation. I have just traveled through time and am in a fantasy world. It feels terrible.
Other time-travelers arrive with their own system panels and grandfather rings. At worst, they are also a once-in-a-century wizard of cultivating immortals.
And I, Chu, Pingwuqi, have spiritual roots? No. Constitution? Mortal. Backstage? Liabilities.
I started out in a third-rate liar sect. My master took the money and ran away, leaving me with an empty shell and a group of junior brothers and sisters who were waiting for food.
Looking into their sincere (and silly) eyes, I was lost in thought.
You can't beat him, and you have no talent for cultivating immortals. Will you have to twist screws in a fantasy world in this life?
No, I understand!
Since you are not strong enough, you have to rely on your acting skills! Since there is no spiritual power, then all the output depends on words!
From then on, the world of cultivating immortals lost a loser and gained an "outside the world expert" who followed his words and methods (all by editing).
