Thank You, Whoever Likes to Practice This Immortal Can Do It

My name is Lin Jue. I was the King of Juan in my last life. I practiced hard for eight hundred years. I was about to survive the tribulation and ascend to heaven. I was struck to pieces by a Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder that had no moral ethics. When he woke up after rebirth, he found that he had become a famous loser in the world of immortality, the eldest son of the Lin family with the same name. In this life, I realized that the true meaning of rolling a roll is to lie flat and smash it. I refused all cultivation, indulged in walking birds and fighting crickets, and devoted myself to becoming the number one dude in this city. But when I go to a restaurant, I can see hidden masters crying and shouting that they want to teach me centuries-old skills; when I go to street stalls, I can randomly pick up rusty swords, and when I go home, I rub them and find that they are ancient artifacts; when I sigh at the pond, a century-old turtle emerges from the water, carrying a blindingly bright water-proof bead on its back. Until that day, my legendary grandfather who had ascended long ago, with unshaven beard and a look of collapse, tore through the clouds and put his sword on my neck: "You little bastard, you are the only one in the whole family who can breathe. If you fail to meet the KPIs in the fairy world, you will be deducted merit points! Come up here and work overtime!"