From the Start, My Effects Looked Like They Cost Five Cents, but the Old Guy Thought I Was a True Immortal

After transmigrating into the good-for-nothing young master of the Tianji Pavilion, he learns that his fiancee is a prodigy of the Heartless Dao who will descend the mountain in thirty days to kill her husband and prove her Dao! The System is even more of a rip-off: it has no offensive power whatsoever and can only provide visual effects worth five cents. Chu Wang, once a master of psychological manipulation and fraud in his previous life, sneers: “When it comes to fooling people, I'm your ancestor!” With a wave of his hand, purple energy surges three thousand miles, fish gather to pay homage, dead trees bloom, and life and death are reversed! An Nascent Soul elder from the Supreme Sect of Oblivion, sent to keep watch, drops to his knees in terror, his Dao heart shattered: “His words become law, and he alters life and death. He must be a hidden True Immortal of the Mortal World!” The old geezer willingly becomes his foot soldier, leading the way in hauling bricks and mixing mortar to build a shrine. He casually tosses out potatoes and sweet potatoes, and their yield of ten thousand catties per acre shakes the foundations of sects that have stood for millennia in the cultivation world. Powerful figures across the world go wild with speculation, while the great sacred grounds arrive one after another to bow before him. Then his ice-cold fiancee emerges from seclusion with her sword, ready to slay a mortal and prove her Dao, only to be left completely dumbfounded: Why are all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, along with the sect ancestors, obediently kneeling before her fiance's side hall and listening to his lecture?!