Yi Feng transmigrated to a world of cultivation, but unfortunately, he could only remain an ordinary person. Helpless, he could only open a small martial arts school to make a living, occasionally forging iron, living the life of a "master of a generation." Until one day, the small martial arts school became bustling. A few elderly men with immortal-like appearances argued heatedly over the kitchen knife in Yi Feng's kitchen... A middle-aged man capable of traversing the void hid in the clouds above every day, secretly watching Yi Feng practice his martial arts... A peerless beauty of a saintess even volunteered to be a maid... "I wonder when I will be able to reach such a state of returning to simplicity!" "Indeed! Master Yi's set of martial arts looks ordinary and without any fluctuations of aura, yet it contains the supreme martial will, truly a peerless martial god!" Yi Feng: "I'm a peerless martial god? How come I didn't know?" The group of big shots: "Senior, we understand, you are playing a grand game!"