Journey to the West: Drop the Act, You're the Supreme Immortal!

Ye Ping transmigrated into the Journey to the West era of the Tang dynasty and opened an unremarkable tea stall beneath Five Fingers Mountain.

He had planned to get by on his modest skill of boiling water and brewing tea until the scriptures were completed, never realizing that the System had given him nothing but god-tier abilities.

He casually wiped a table and somehow wiped out a law capable of erasing gods and Buddhas.

He casually poured a bowl of coarse tea, and it somehow contained the primordial chaos essence that drove even the Sages wild.

Sun Wukong: “Master, quit pretending! Even my Old Sun's Golden Cudgel isn't as heavy as your fire poker!”

Guanyin: “He saw through the Western Heaven's plans at a glance. Every gesture of his embodies the evolution of the Heavenly Dao. The great tribulation has changed!”

Tathagata: “I haven't even reached Five Fingers Mountain yet, and one bowl of tea from him has already suppressed my Buddha kingdom?”

Ye Ping stared back in confusion. “I really just want to sell tea. Could you all stop imagining things?”