After traveling through time and becoming the bottom disciple of the best loser sect in the world of immortality, the system patted me on the shoulder: "Host, our goal is to stay here, don't give away!" So I watered the flowers with the elixir, put the secret book on the table, and just lay down and surrendered in the competition. Master was heartbroken: "Disciple, how can you be so unmotivated?" I gnawed on a watermelon: "Master, the most important thing in life is to be happy." Until the Immortal Sect Competition, I was forced to draw a match against Canglan Xianzun, the leader of the scroll king in the world of cultivation. As soon as I came on stage, I knelt down and hugged my thighs: "My dear man, spare your life! I admit..." Before I could say the word "lose", he suddenly pinched my chin, his eyes filled with crazily red memories of past lives: "I found you! Five hundred years ago, you knocked me unconscious with a watermelon, took away my pants, and left a note saying, 'I'll lend you my pants to make a mop'!"
Intent: In a world of immortality where everyone is crazy about being "involved", how does a salted fish who is determined to "lie down" accidentally solve the conspiracy in an extremely messy way, gain true love, and finally define his own "successful" life.
