I Set Up a Street Stall and Became an Immortal

...After stall vendor Meng Fan woke from a nap, he found himself surrounded on all sides, with danger lurking in every direction, seemingly trapped in a situation where death was all but certain. But Meng Fan was no longer Meng Fan. With a transformation, he had somehow become the greatest living expert on Pivot Derivation Continent, the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation Meng Xiaoyao. A single song, The Xiaoyao Chant, and he commanded the Eight Wastelands. After slaughtering the Eight Wastelands, his fury remained unspent, so he raised his sword and challenged the heavens. He could roam countless worlds, and would never bow his head upon the Ascension Platform. With white whiskers and flowing robes, he was three thousand years old, yet emperors came to pay their respects and missed morning court. His cold gaze and voice shook ninety thousand miles, while his upright figure intimidated the Eight Barbarians into submission. He defied heaven's will, tempered the Great Dao, and laughed at the immortals with an unyielding spirit. He had defeated every opponent under heaven. Today was the day, so let Xiaoyao lead the way. When the sonorous voice fell silent, the world was shaken, but his enemy threw back his head and laughed. Unfortunately, the old demon of Xiaoyao was already gravely wounded, with the sun setting on his life. “Old demon, this day next year will be your death anniversary. Take this!” Meng Fan: Gentlemen, please wait. What exactly is going on? How about having some tea and talking it over? “Die!” Meng Fan: ... A chaotic world, a disorderly world. Set up a stall and pass ten thousand years. While others bitterly cultivate, I run a stall... (Do not read while eating, or you may spit!)