There's Something Wrong with My Cultivator Partner

Wang Liang traveled through time and came to a world of cultivating immortals where magic is manifested and spirits and monsters are rampant. The good news is that he seems to have a special function - his soul can separate from his body and possess him, absorb the aura of all things, turn it into a magical totem, and brand his body. The bad news is that, probably because of the conflict with the rules of "Visitors from Extraterrestrials", the magical powers he obtained... Were a little off track. From then on, the sect's painting style became indescribable: Why does the beautiful junior sister often "face red and gasp for breath?" Why did the aloof senior sister become "open and magnanimous?" Why did the serious Master suddenly become "eluding and cheering for joy?" Why did the old-fashioned elder who taught the power start frowning and thinking hard at the classics, muttering "This son... This principle..."? Why is the proud true brother looking at his natal flying sword in a daze and doubting his life? Why did the spiritual crane guarding the mountain fly into the air and flee in panic when he saw a certain figure? Even the ancestor who was in seclusion in the back mountain was faintly alarmed, and a complicated sigh came from his spiritual mind. … Wang Liang scratched his head: "I'm just a good person who does my duty honestly and practices quietly." The crowd was filled with grief and anger: "Please stop practicing your art of frightening people and ghosts!" He can only continue to tinker on this increasingly deviant road, performing his own "art" in the world under the increasingly horrified eyes of everyone. This is a story about mutant magical powers and the collapse of everyday life.