Wei Xian: My Skills Are All Fake

The cultivation of immortality in this world is a sacrifice that lasts for tens of thousands of years. The monks sacrifice their vision in exchange for the heavenly eye; they sacrifice their pain in exchange for a golden body; they sacrifice their seven emotions and six desires in exchange for supreme supernatural powers. They thought they were pursuing the high road, but they didn't know that every step they took was marinating themselves and serving them to the table called "Ascension". Until one day, a handyman who was supposed to be Yao Yin awakened to a strange system. It cannot cultivate, it can only make lies. When everyone is using their flesh and blood to repay the debts of Heaven, it analyzes the skills and generates a "fake version" - no sacrifices, no side effects, but more perfect effects. What's even more frightening is that when those true practitioners who have sacrificed everything witness these "fake exercises", they will realize for the first time: It turns out there is another way. Then, their Taoist hearts were broken. "You said I cultivated a false path?" A flawless golden elixir floated in the young man's palm. It had no cause and effect, no debt, and had never paid a penny of interest to heaven. "Then let's see if your true way is hard or my false way is true." When the whole world kneels in sacrifice, the man who stands up and says "I don't" - It has become the bug that deserves to be eradicated in the eyes of Heaven.