This immortal was clearly ordinary, yet he was unusually confident.

"Alas! How can there be such a perfect person in this world?"

An ordinary-looking young man sighed softly in front of a mirror. After a moment, he couldn't help but turn his head slightly, as if he couldn't look directly at the handsome face in the mirror.

Unexpectedly, his profile was also a mirror, and he sighed again as he looked at his own face.

"If being handsome is a crime, then I am guilty beyond measure..."

He turned around helplessly, trying to escape the handsome face that seemed to follow him everywhere, only to find that there was another mirror behind him.

"Why? Why should I have to bear the burden of being handsome at my age? If being handsome should be punished, I should be torn to pieces!"

He waved his hand, put away the four mirrors in front, behind, left, and right, closed his eyes with a touch of melancholy, as if he had given up the struggle.

Then, in a compassionate tone, he said:

"All the handsome men in the world are worth one bushel, and I alone possess thirteen bushels. The rest of the world owes me three bushels!"

He had ordinary eyes, an ordinary nose, and ordinary ears, but when he spoke these words from his ordinary mouth, they were incredibly firm, as if they were irrefutable truths.

"Congratulations, you finally did it!" A melodious female voice suddenly rang out, her tone filled with undisguised joy.

Zheng Zhuang looked at the graceful and beautiful young woman before him, shook his head, and gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"Since we can't resist, let's enjoy it!"

The girl nodded reluctantly, giving an awkward yet polite smile:

"Since you have received your master's inheritance, then this is what you deserve. Besides, you are the most handsome man in the world!"

Zheng Zhuang reached out and gently touched his face, without showing the slightest hint of smugness.

However, he wasn't being modest; he simply felt that this was only natural.

"May I leave now?"

“Of course, how can someone like you remain buried in this ancient tomb? I will go with you to fulfill our master’s last wish!”

Zheng Zhuang's eyes suddenly lit up, and his calm thoughts were instantly stirred.

Nine years!

I've been in this world for nine years!

Yet they never stepped out of this ancient tomb!

Nine years ago, he inexplicably transmigrated into the body of an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

The boy inexplicably reappeared in the ancient tomb.

The ancient tomb was filled with countless traps and mechanisms; with his abilities at the time, it would have been impossible for him to escape.

Just as Zheng Zhuang was despairing and waiting to die, a scroll and two porcelain bottles suddenly appeared in front of him.

The scroll contained the most basic cultivation techniques, while the porcelain bottle contained two kinds of pills: one was a "fasting pill" that would keep you full for several days, and the other was a "qi-gathering pill" that would help with cultivation.

Having no other choice, he did not hesitate. After filling his stomach with the pills, he began to study the cultivation techniques on the scroll.

Fortunately, the techniques on the scroll were not difficult to learn, and Zheng Zhuang thus embarked on the path of cultivation in a daze.

Having received nine years of compulsory education, he quickly understood the other party's intention. It was obvious that the other party wanted him to use these pills to cultivate and then solve the puzzle.

And so, day after day, year after year, Zheng Zhuang's cultivation steadily improved, and he solved more and more puzzles.

Finally, after six long years, Zheng Zhuang reached the main burial chamber and learned the truth.

The owner of this ancient tomb was named Dongfang Wuming. As his name suggests, he was not famous and few people had heard of him.

Dongfang Wuming was originally an ordinary cultivator from an ordinary sect. One day, he was being chased by his enemies and fled all the way, eventually hiding here.

Originally, there was no blessed land here, only an ordinary cave that was extremely hidden.

But right there in this cave, he seemed to have divine assistance, and his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds.

Dongfang Wuming was so immersed in that wondrous cultivation experience that he unknowingly forgot about time.

It is said that time has no bearing on spiritual practice, but when he awoke from his meditation, the world had changed beyond recognition, and everything was different.

My old friends have long since passed away, my former sect has long been destroyed, and even my former enemies have vanished into thin air.

But at this very moment, his tribulation arrived!

Dongfang Wuming's cultivation level improved too quickly, and his realm was already unstable. Coupled with his current state of mental chaos, he naturally could not overcome the Heavenly Tribulation, which was already a matter of life and death.

In the end, although he did not perish in the heavenly tribulation, he suffered irreparable and fatal Dao injuries.

As he lay dying from his severe injuries, Dongfang Wuming looked back on his life and realized that it had always been unremarkable, with nothing to boast about!

He used to be inconspicuous among his fellow disciples, and could only sigh silently as he watched his beloved junior sister fall into someone else's arms.

Just when he had finally achieved mastery of his cultivation, a heavenly tribulation plunged him into the abyss once more...

Such a life is too stifling!

Therefore, Dongfang Wuming used his remaining magical power to build this ancient tomb, leaving behind a legacy for those destined to come.

At the same time, an ironclad rule was established:

Those who inherit this legacy must never be ordinary! They must be high-profile! They must make a grand spectacle!

According to Zheng Zhuang's understanding, it means that one must show off in front of others, or in layman's terms, it means... showing off!

The so-called inheritance is a primordial spirit sword that Dongfang Wuming condensed by combining his obsession with his life's cultivation.

This sword of primordial spirit will be imprinted in the mind of the inheritor. If the inheritor does not abide by this ironclad rule, the sword of primordial spirit can destroy both body and soul!

For the past three years, Zhengzhuang has been practicing how to be high-profile and how to be extraordinary!

The girl in front of Zheng Zhuang was not a real person, but the spirit of a magical artifact left behind by Dongfang Wuming, whose purpose was to supervise and cooperate with his practice of showing off...

The exercise was simple: have Zheng Zhuang put himself in the role of Dongfang Wuming and observe how he would react in the same situation.

The standard for evaluation is the sword of primordial spirit that carries the obsession of the nameless East. If Zheng Zhuang handles the matter to its satisfaction, it will release the power of the primordial spirit as a reward.

However, if it is not satisfied, Zhengzhuang will suffer greatly.

As a struggling online novelist from modern society, Zheng Zhuang is quite adept at showing off, so this is naturally no challenge for him. In fact, he can often apply what he's learned to other situations, far exceeding expectations.

At these times, the sword of the primordial spirit would tremble with excitement, as if Dongfang Wuming were silently praising it.

However, to act in a high-profile manner, a necessary condition is still required.

That's confidence!

If you don't have genuine confidence from the inside out, how can you fake it to look natural?

The confidence here refers not only to ability, but also to appearance...

Zheng Zhuang was very self-aware; before transmigrating, he was ordinary, and after transmigrating, he remained ordinary...

It's not easy for an average-looking person to make themselves feel handsome.

This isn't something you can just say; you have to truly believe it from the bottom of your heart. If you can't even fool yourself, how can you fool the sword of the primordial spirit?

So, Zheng Zhuang used some magic he had learned over the years to hypnotize himself every day, and then altered some of his memories, finally changing his mindset.

At first, he also thought it was really troublesome to do this, because there are many cultivation techniques that can change one's appearance.

But later, Zheng Zhuang got carried away... He thought he was the most handsome, so why should he change?