After the Old Taoist Kicked Me Down the Mountain, the Whole World Panicked

My name is Li Chang'an. When I was little, an irreverent old Daoist picked me up and took me to his mountain.

My master was filthy and lecherous, and spent all day getting me into trouble stealing chickens and dogs. He taught me all kinds of skills, but I never knew how strong he really was. All I knew was that I couldn’t beat him.

When I turned eighteen, he kicked me down the mountain. “Get lost! I’m off to see the world.”

I thought I was heading down the mountain to make my name in the martial world. Instead, I found that the fierce ghosts and demons in this world seemed... far too easy to beat.

One casual Thunderclap from my palm was enough to shock the Celestial Masters of Mount Longhu.

One punch blew apart a hundred-year-old Ghost King, and the Maoshan Sect chased after me, calling me Senior Brother.

The peerless martial art I’d cultivated was nothing more than the “broadcast calisthenics” my master taught me...

And when I finally came face-to-face with the organization called Guixu, I heard them say something that chilled me to the bone:

“What your master carried out of the Eye of the Underworld back then wasn’t a ‘human.’”