Don't Worry, the Organization, I'm Living Very Well in the World of Cultivating Immortals.

When I wake up, I am in coarse linen clothes, thin soup and broken quilt. Is it a story about farming in another world? What was flying that day? I picked up someone and the barrage told me he was a villain, so who am I? I am a plot tool, and I am an NPC with random names? It doesn't matter, I will survive. Don't worry about the organization. I will definitely make a name for myself in the world of cultivating immortals. Intention: None