I Kept a Low Profile in Heaven Until I Became a Saint

Zhang Xiaowu transmigrated and became a stablehand in the Heavenly Court's Imperial Stables.

The good news was that this really was the world of Journey to the West, full of immortals and countless opportunities.

The bad news was... Sun Wukong's havoc in Heaven was old news from eight hundred years ago. Now, undercurrents stirred through the Three Realms, the names on the Investiture of the Gods were quietly fading, and rumors of another tribulation left the gods and buddhas in a state of constant dread.

"Show off at a time like this? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Zhang Xiaowu stared at the [Saint of Keeping a Low Profile System] that had suddenly appeared before him, the corner of his mouth twitching.

[Ding! The Clairvoyant is scanning the Celestial River. Host, keep your breathing slower than a goldfish blowing bubbles for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Reward: The Tortoise-Breathing Technique.]

[Ding! The Land God of the Peach Garden is drunk and hiccupping. Host, pretend to pass out from the immortal wine for three hours. Reward: one thousand-year-old peach pit.]