Great Ming: I Asked You to Tell Fortunes, Not Strike Zhu Yuanzhang with Lightning

During the Hongwu era, Lu Changfeng transmigrated to the Ming Dynasty and became a blind fortune-teller on the street.

By chance, he bound himself to the "Immortal Cultivation Deceives Heaven System." As long as he could make people wildly imagine things and truly believe he was an immortal, he would receive cultivation rewards.

From the start, his stall was overturned by Zhu Yuanzhang, who was traveling incognito, and he was sentenced to beheading for spreading heretical nonsense.

Lu Changfeng was furious. How could a dignified cultivator put up with this? He immediately activated the [Nine Heavens Mystic Thunder Art] granted by the System!

"Rumble!"

Right in front of the Imperial Guards, thunder cracked across the clear sky, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a water vat struck the ground at Zhu Yuanzhang's feet, blasting a three-meter-deep crater!

The old emperor's legs went weak with fright. Thinking he had angered the Heavenly Dao, he scrambled away and shouted, "Immortal Master, save me!"

Lu Changfeng stroked his nonexistent beard and said calmly, "Your Majesty, don't panic. It's just a tiny illusion, combined with a localized change in convective weather."

The old emperor looked at the charred crater and his smoking boots, then swallowed. You call that an illusion?

Years later, Lu Changfeng rode a colossal true dragon to survey the Ming Dynasty's territory. The entire court knelt and cried out, "Imperial Preceptor! You still claim you can't cultivate immortality?!"

Lu Changfeng sighed. "How many times must I tell you? This is the latest biological aircraft!"