You Say the Old Celestial Master Is Near Death, Just Because He’s Lifting Dumbbells?

When An Xian woke up, he had transmigrated into an old Taoist priest on Mount Zhongnan, with little time left to live. His original body was ninety-six years old and as thin as paper, as if a gust of wind could knock him over. Luckily, he had bound himself to the [Wellness Sign-In System]. Sunbathing, drinking tea, reading, gardening, keeping fish… As long as he took part in a wellness activity, he would receive all sorts of Taoist arts and supernatural abilities as System rewards. And so, Daoist An began his laid-back cultivation routine. A pot of tea at dawn, then a little sunbathing in the afternoon. In his spare time, he tended to flowers and plants, and occasionally petted cats and dogs. But then a female livestreamer who debunked frauds showed up on the mountain with a camera. She pointed it straight at his seemingly deathly pale face and started laying into him. Comments flooded the screen. “Holy crap! This old Daoist looks like he’s about to croak!” “Is this for real? Is she going to livestream a funeral?” “Xiaotang, run! Don’t let the old Daoist scam you. You can’t afford the bill!” The streamer smiled brightly. “Everyone, watch closely! This is a classic con artist, pretending to be an ethereal sage when he’s really…” Seeing this, An Xian sighed helplessly, walked to one side, picked up a pair of dumbbells with one hand, and began doing shoulder presses without changing expression. Each dumbbell weighed sixty jin. He did twenty presses per set. An Xian completed five sets in a row without even breaking a sweat. The next second… The livestream exploded! The streamer’s jaw hit the floor!! The entire internet went wild!!!