Fellow Taoists Ahead, Please Stay.

Everyone says that I am a contemporary of Jiajing, my poems are neither riddles nor riddles, and I am a fool if I fail to show off. Until the day when the spiritual power recovery system came, a ding-dong sounded in my mind: "The hidden spiritual root has been activated, and the host needs to become the world's first immortal cultivator." I calmly recited a poem and answered the system: "If heaven had not given birth to me, Jiajing Immortal, my eternal spiritual power would be like a long night." System: "?" I ignored the warning, took out the elixir figure cosplay suit I collected, and seriously "acted", and the cultivation sect actually rose to prominence among my fans. Big bosses around the world looked at me using poetry to deduce the way of heaven, and were dumbfounded: "You call this pretense? This is a fucking instruction manual for cultivating immortality!"