His Majesty Still Doesn't Believe in Immortals Today

Tian Tian, a disciple of the Divine Fortune-Telling Sect, is actually a fraud, and he's a master of smooth talk.

Even the tyrant, who constantly insists that he doesn't believe in immortals, fell for Tian Tian's silver tongue ten years ago and made him his royal fortune-teller.

At the time, Tian Tian hadn't even made much progress in his cultivation.

When they met again, the tyrant's clansmen took it upon themselves to drag Tian Tian into the imperial palace. Bound hand and foot on the dragon bed, Tian Tian found the whole situation terribly awkward.

Ten years ago, he was a fake fortune-teller. Today, he's still a fortune-teller.

The tyrant was awkward too. Ten years ago, he'd brought home the pretty little fortune-teller he'd taken a liking to, and today he'd been taken home again.

What the world didn't know was that the tyrant had a secret:

Anyone pretending to be a cultivator lost all their spiritual power in his presence.

As a result, Tian Tian became a good-for-nothing who couldn't even truss a chicken. Whenever danger arose, he had no choice but to flee under His Majesty's protection, his head full of question marks:

What happened? Where's the spiritual power I've trained so hard to build up all these years???

The tyrant: So the young master is a fraud too. Never mind, I'll give him a post at the Anguo Pagoda.

#How can someone rise so high in the ranks? His Majesty is too easy to fool!#

#Why does the young fortune-teller want to go back to his old ways and swindle people again?#

#But he's handsome, so I'll indulge him.#

Completed and ready to read: I Heard the Tyrant and I Got Together

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Blurb:

A certain infrastructure survival game System: There is a fairy island in the sea, called Penglai.

After Chai Mi was bound to the System, he looked at the shabby little island: blue sky overhead, earth beneath his feet, an endless expanse of ocean ahead, and a remote, impoverished village with low mud-brick walls behind him.

Chai Mi: Where's my mansion?

System: Dear, wake up. I suggest you stop daydreaming.

Chai Mi set to work with renewed determination.

And so, the spirit fields were built.

Then came the fishponds.

Then came the food workshops.

Then came the furniture manufacturing district.

Then came the underwater amusement park for demon beasts.

In time, Penglai Island became a place every cultivator yearned to visit, comparable to a secret realm.

Word had it that the island was filled with countless spirit pills and immortal herbs, top-grade spiritual artifacts, and herds of spirit beasts. Cultivators flocked there from far and wide.

As Penglai's fame grew, Chai Mi found a sleeping octopus one day. He had just put it on the barbecue when it woke up.

Chai Mi: I used to be a man determined to rule the seas. Then I became the man of the ruler of the seas.

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Theme: Truth without practice is just a castle in the air