This Dungeon Is Too Hellish? What Does That Have to Do with Me, a Purple-Robed Celestial Master?

[Infinite flow + supernatural instances + leveling up in Taoist arts + lighthearted comedy + exploring and unraveling the world’s mysteries + everyone thinks the protagonist is amazing] Zhang Daoling had always thought everything his master taught him was a scam. Thunder talismans couldn’t summon lightning, peachwood swords couldn’t kill ghosts, and after ten years of cultivation, his greatest skill was going down the mountain in a purple robe to beg for food. Then a beam fell on him and killed him, sending him into one genuinely haunted death game after another. A blood-red round table, a headless bride, a midnight theater, a village of the dead… Everyone mistook him for a purple-robed Celestial Master and pinned their last hope on him. Zhang Daoling stared at the crooked thunder talisman in his hand and fell into thought. “Everyone, don’t panic yet.” “Your humble Taoist may not know how to catch ghosts, but he does know how to run.” The next second, thunder crashed down, and the evil spirit was reduced to a wisp of smoke. Zhang Daoling froze. Wait. Could the stuff his master taught him actually work? From then on, the most sinister death games had a purple-robed Celestial Master who solved puzzles while learning Taoist arts on the fly. Evil spirit: “Didn’t you say you didn’t know Taoist magic?” Zhang Daoling: “I just learned it. Got a problem with that?”