Primitive Man: I Am a Charlatan

Ma Yue, a half-baked immortal cultivator who blasphemed the immortal grand Ancestor, was struck by lightning and transmigrated. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth in this primitive society is indeed abundant... and he's starving!

Don't know how to fish? Don't know how to make pottery? Don't know how to boil salt? Don't know how to build houses? Don't know how to farm? Don't know how to raise livestock? Ma Yue, who didn't bring 'Baidu' with him, wasn't professional at anything, yet he was unwilling to give up. How would he know if he didn't try?

He wasn't professional, but he had seen these things done before, so he figured he could slowly research and eventually figure them out.

Since primitive people worship ghosts and gods, to live better and protect himself, the half-baked immortal cultivator Ma Yue consciously assumed the role of a charlatan, and it seemed he did an even better job than the shaman. "Alright, everyone, you can call me a charlatan from now on."