Am I Really an Immortal?

When Cheng Hao woke up, he had become the old man who lived inside someone else's mind.

To keep from being mistaken for a demon and erased, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and pretend to be an immortal.

Fortunately, his Host was still young and knew nothing about the so-called ancient immortals. As long as Cheng Hao kept quiet long enough, then tossed out a few vague, half-convincing remarks, anything he couldn't explain seemed to pass for an immortal's magic.

That was until assassins stormed the prince's manor and every guardian puppet went berserk.

Cheng Hao had planned to keep playing dead, but by chance he discovered that those so-called mystical creations operated in a way he found startlingly familiar.

So the rogue puppets raised their blades again, dormant ancient relics awakened one by one before his eyes, and more and more people began to revere him as a true immortal.

As long-buried secrets gradually came to light, Cheng Hao began to wonder:

Am I really not an immortal?