Chen Qingyang transmigrated to the Great Wilderness, blessed with a handsome face but lacking a spiritual root.
His useless System gave him nothing but junk: supreme mastery of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting; martial intent at the grandmaster level; five-colored holy light...
Apart from their impressive names and spectacular effects, none of these could help him cultivate.
But what Chen Qingyang never expected was...
A cup of tea he brewed on a whim could help a young disciple of a sect break through.
A piece of calligraphy he wrote casually could grievously injure a sect leader.
A few offhand words of tall tales could make certain ancient figures ascend on the spot.
Cultivators throughout the Great Wilderness regard Chen Qingyang as an earthly immortal. Only Chen Qingyang has no idea that he is actually an unparalleled master.
It's well-written, why isn't anyone voting for it?
Good evening, Zhongyan. I've read your excellent work, "The Legend of Shennong Through My Desires," and eagerly await your insightful writing. I look forward to seeing you express your innermost desires and the wisdom of the great man in your heart.