(Just for fun, don't criticize if you don't agree) Li Chang'an is the most steadfast cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation. His lifelong pursuit is to achieve immortality through seclusion, never causing any trouble. However, he's struck by a multi-dimensional live broadcast system, forcing him to demonstrate his power to countless dimensions. Fearful of death, he's forced to replace his live broadcasts with the most basic cultivation knowledge. He explains "Basic Breathing Techniques," demonstrates "One Hundred Ways to Draw a Cleansing Talisman," shares "One Hundred Tips for Avoiding Danger"... He simply wants to appease the system, collect his rewards, and continue to hide. Little does he know that what he considers mundane basics are, to the powerful in other worlds, supreme secrets that lead directly to the Great Dao! The talismans he casually draws are revered as divine scrolls in the magical world; the breathing techniques he teaches sanctify the body of a wasteland youth; and the avoidance techniques he teaches are revered as the highest tactical guide by the interstellar fleet. Unknowingly, countless geniuses and powerful figures from countless dimensions have become his devoted followers, constantly breaking through by "imagining" his every word. When Li Changan was finally forced to leave the mountain gate, he discovered that... The mighty swordsman in front of him was actually the top player in his live broadcast room; the Lich King who commanded the undead army behind him was actually his class representative; even the old man selling candied haws on the roadside ascended to heaven by listening to his lectures! Li Changan: "I said all this was a misunderstanding, do you believe it?" This is a story about a "strongest master" who desperately wants to be low-key, but is always imagined to be invincible by his disciples.

Yi Feng transmigrated to a cultivation world, but unfortunately, he could only be a mortal. Helpless, he could only run a small martial arts school to make a living, occasionally practicing blacksmithing, living the life of a "Grandmaster." Until one day, the small martial arts school became lively. Several old men with ethereal airs argued heatedly over a kitchen knife in Yi Feng's kitchen… A middle-aged man who had traversed the void hid in the clouds every day to secretly watch Yi Feng practice his fist techniques… A stunningly beautiful saintess even volunteered to be his maid… "I wonder when I will reach this state of returning to simplicity!" "Yes! Master Yi's fist technique seems ordinary, without any fluctuation of energy, yet it contains supreme martial intent; he is truly a peerless martial god!" Yi Feng: "I am a peerless martial god? How come I didn't know?" The big shots: "Senior, we understand! You are playing a grand game!" So I am a peerless martial god…

After traveling through time, Lai Yang was saved by a peasant girl and became stronger with every day he survived.

The two fell in love with each other over time, and although their life was not rich, it was happy and fulfilling.

Later, a sudden disaster changed everything.

That night, he picked up the sword, the sword was stained with blood, and the rain soaked his clothes.

That night, the wind was cool and the rain was cold, but they could not resist the coldness in Lai Yang's heart.

From then on, he set out into the martial arts world with a single man and a sword, eliminating evil, slaying demons, punishing evildoers, and pacifying the world.

"I have a sword, and I will show it to you today. Who has any grievances?"

Hey, why do you slander my innocence and say that I am doomed to fail?

It's just a Longmen meeting, and a few candidates died? I became the only candidate, and they say I'm a jinx.

All those who have grudges against me are dead, how could it be related to me?

I don't know how they died.

I'm just a small constable.

Congratulations to the host master for his tragic death and his cultivation level increased to +10000!

This is a world full of literary talent but full of murderous intent. Beautiful poems, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting can all evoke the power of heaven and perform endless power. A piece of paper can seal the valley of evil for ten thousand years, and a drop of ink can turn three thousand miles of sea into eternal night.

When Lin Su entered this world, his strength did not allow him to be ordinary...

Opening words, writing articles, and picking up a pen are the ceiling that others cannot touch in their lifetime, and they dare to compete with the saints of hundreds of schools of thought;

He is clever in planning, observes people's hearts, performs thirty-six strategies of war, and can change the king of a country with a snap of his fingers;

Those who don’t know, call him his temperament, and those who know him, call him his true temperament.

[Warm reminder] The writing of this article is smooth and the tone is relaxed. Once you fall into the trap, I am afraid that you will be thinking about it day and night, so I am here to remind you: be careful when entering the trap~

One hundred million people around the world have awakened their superpowers.

And I'm just an ordinary high school student.

Until one day, I was possessed by a god.

And there were seven of them at once...

Green mountains and cloud valleys, the thought of them is nothing but a fairyland;

Looking at the flowers through the fog, how can one know that the world is hazy?

Lin You came to this world by mistake, so he simply lay on the top of the mountain, carefully overlooking the entire world.

He saw the clouds rolling and unrolling, the wind's unpredictable nature, ancient immortals preaching under pine trees, emperors building high platforms to offer sacrifices to the heavens, and old men walking alone, all in pursuit of a chance for immortality...

Count all the romantic things in the world,

I have never seen a free and easy immortal in the mortal world.

So he planted a seed.

Years later, a sacred tree rose from the ground, reaching the azure sky and the underworld, its clear light illuminating the universe. Its glazed jade leaves drooped, reflecting the three thousand Dao seeds, breathing in endless spiritual energy... From then on, the mundane world was transformed into a place of immortality.

I only see the green mountains filled with thoughts, and do not envy the white cranes for forgetting their thoughts.

This is a story about a practitioner in the Dharma-Ending Age.

This book is also known as: "No One Understands Cultivation Better Than Me", "I Have Many Female Masters", "Isn't it Okay to Just Have Female Masters?", and "A Fairy Touches My Head, and We're Become My Wife". [Rational Cultivation System]: As long as the host's cultivation behavior is deemed reasonable by the host's master, the system can distort cause and effect and change reality to rationalize the host's cultivation behavior. "Alchemy? Can't you just grab a handful of weeds to refine it?" "Formation? Can't you just throw a few pebbles around and set it up?" "Weapon crafting? Just knock it a couple of times and it becomes a divine artifact!" "..." "No way? No way? Surely no one really thinks my cultivation is unreasonable?" "Master, is my cultivation progress reasonable?" Ye Ling, who had just torn apart a lightning tribulation and forcibly entered the Mahayana stage, looked at his white-haired, red-eyed, pitiful, weak, and helpless Nascent Soul stage master and asked.

A story about a mortal boy who is not qualified to cultivate immortality, and a story about a man who cultivates the Tao with truth, goodness and beauty. There is not much killing, blood, and hatred! There is persistence, perseverance, kindness, and laughter!

Upon waking from a dream, Xu Pei found himself transformed into a fish. A red carp in the pond in the backyard of the Ji family in Qinghe County. Unable to speak, unable to leave, he could only inhale and exhale slivers of the essence of the sun and moon each day, watching this mortal family called the "Ji family" toil for a few acres of meager land, for firewood and rice. He had assumed his life would be one of languishing in sorrow, witnessing the birth, aging, sickness, and death of his family, ultimately decaying along with this pond. Until one day, he accumulated the essence of the sun and moon over several years, condensing it into a drop of golden liquid, which he dripped into the pond. Ji Yuan, the youngest son of the Ji family, who often came to the pond in a daze, inadvertently drank a mouthful of this water… From that moment on, Xu Pei was no longer a spectator. He became the source of the Ji family's rise. Mortals go left, immortals go right, but are mortals truly destined to never attain immortality? Is a mere mortal carp truly incapable of stirring up storms? To help a mortal family ascend to the heavens, to live as long as the sun and moon? A green carp is no ordinary fish in a pond; it will transform into a dragon once it encounters wind and clouds!