Journey to the West: I Faked My Death for a Century, Then the Monkey Dug Me Up

Transmigrating into Journey to the West, Feng Shen became an unaffiliated cultivator with no powerful backers. The moment he stepped outside, he was monster fodder.

There was only one thing Feng Shen knew how to do: keep his head down!

With the sign-in System, he dug three yards underground, set up a grand formation, and feigned death with a tortoise-breathing technique for a hundred years.

Dynasties rose and fell in the human world, immortals and demons fought their wars, and none of it had anything to do with him.

All he wanted was to sign in quietly and keep his head down until the end of time.

But Heaven was blind and insisted on making trouble for him.

A worthless stone he casually tossed aside was picked up by the Three Cloud Sisters and forged into the Golden Scissors that could sever golden dragons?

A broken meditation cushion he used to prop up a table turned out to be where a Sage had once lectured, drawing gods and Buddhas from across the heavens to fight over it?

He gave a lost water buffalo a few pointers, and it transformed into the Great Sage Who Pacifies the Heavens, the Bull Demon King?

He only wanted to keep his distance from that monkey, but the monkey came by every day with his Golden Cudgel to mooch food and drink, bringing along all the great powers of the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist realm, who called him a hidden Sage and begged him to come out of seclusion and take charge?

No! I’m not! I didn’t!

The calamity of Journey to the West has nothing to do with me. Don’t come over here!

“Reach the height of keeping your head down, and you become invincible. If I can just keep my head down long enough, the whole Three Realms will have to call me their ancestor!”