I Made Up These Cultivation Techniques, So How Did You All Master Them?

After transmigrating into the cultivation world, Shen Qingyun discovered that he had the Heaven-Forsaken Physique and would never be able to cultivate. To scrape together a living in this dog-eat-dog world, he had no choice but to pose as an unparalleled master on a dilapidated mountain and take on several “not-too-bright” disciples.

Shen Qingyun planned to bluff his way through a couple of years, save some money, then dismiss his disciples and run. But then...

First disciple: “Master, I understand what you said about every action having an equal and opposite reaction! I’ll go launch that Demon Cult leader into the air!”

Second disciple: “Master, this calisthenics routine really is an ancient body-tempering technique of gods and demons. I’ve already attained sainthood in the flesh!”

Third disciple: “Master, this circle you casually drew (which is actually a flatbread) contains the Great Dao of Taiji. I’ll go suppress the demon race right now!”

Watching his disciples ascend to godhood one after another and shake the myriad worlds, Shen Qingyun looked at the half-finished “Five Years of Cultivation, Three Years of Mock Exams” in his hands and fell into deep thought.

The outside world's opinion:

“Senior Shen is unfathomable. Even a glance from him contains the truths of heaven and earth!”

“Dilapidated Mountain is a forbidden place in the cultivation world. Even the dog guarding the gate has the cultivation of a Demon Emperor!”

Shen Qingyun broke down. “Stop making things up! I'm really just an ordinary mortal! That's static electricity, not a thunder spell!”

“And how did you actually manage to cultivate it? I really was just making it up back then!!”