[Comedy at its core + decisive and ruthless + laying low and building strength + fiercely jealous + neither brainless nor saintly]
Chen Xuan thinks his life has been a failure.
He became a Taoist priest, and his master died. He tried to hang himself, but the roof beam broke. At long last, he inherited the Dao Ancestor’s legacy, only to discover that he didn’t even have spiritual power.
But he does have one strength: he knows how to put on an act.
When people ask how powerful he is, he sighs. “This humble priest can only draw talismans. My cultivation is paltry, not worth mentioning.”
Then he uses a talisman to refine a drought demon, scaring the demon army into retreating overnight.
When people ask what treasures he has, he waves them off. “A monk lives a simple life. What treasures could I possibly have?”
Then he pulls 108 Heavenly Dipper Talismans from his sleeve and lays out the Immortal-Slaying Formation.
The demon and monster realms both hate him: “That priest is pretending to be weak again!”
Chen Xuan feels wronged. “I really can only draw talismans.”
