Master of a Hundred Arts: My Illusions Can Bring Immortals to Life

In the Dayan Dynasty, martial arts reign supreme and sword cultivators run rampant. Only the art of performing is considered a lowly, disreputable craft, scorned by everyone.

Lin Ye, the last heir to a fallen family of performers, has nothing but a stack of shadow puppets and half a set of magic props. He has worked like an ox and a horse at Qingyun Sect for three years without even getting his hands on a basic inner cultivation manual, all because he practices the supposedly worthless art of magic.

Then the nearly disintegrated Manual of Heavenly Performing Arts suddenly begins to glow

With shadow puppetry, he commands an army of paper soldiers that can hold back a million troops.

He paints a mask and sticks it to his face, transforming in an instant into the Thunder Lord and Lightning Mother, summoning heavenly lightning to shatter the protective energy of a martial arts colossus.

He performs a puppet show, and a carved wooden Green Dragon Crescent Blade gains the power to slay dragons, terrifying an immortal sect's patriarch into kneeling and begging for mercy.

When top sword cultivators mock him for “wasting his life on frivolous pursuits,” Lin Ye forms a spell with his fingers, sending paper versions of the Eight Immortals floating among the clouds to drink up his opponent's thousand-year-old spirit wine.

“You practice the sword to become gods?”

Lin Ye puts away his magic props and smiles, pointing behind him at the shadowy forms of ancient gods brought to life by his performance.

“Sorry. I can invite the gods down to earth with a single show.”

This is the story of how he uses a scorned art to crush countless martial arts grandmasters and make the name of performing arts resound throughout the Nine Heavens.