I Made the Heavenly Dao Lose Face Through Pranks

Lin Mo, a 21st-century corporate drone, died from overwork. When he opened his eyes, he had become a useless outer sect disciple at the first level of Qi Refining in the Qingyun Sect. His spiritual roots were mixed and impure, his cultivation was at the bottom, and his fellow disciples rode roughshod over him every day. Just as he was about to resign himself to his fate, the [Hilarious Embarrassing Prank System] awakened. Whoever shows off gets publicly humiliated. You snatch my spirit stones? I'll make you fall into a mud pit in front of the entire sect. You look down on me? I'll make your showboating backfire and slap you in the face. As he cultivated, Lin Mo discovered: why were all the big shots of this cultivation world being stripped of their dignity by him one after another? Heavenly Dao: This host is not right. I want to cover my face. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: I Made the Heavenly Dao Lose Face Through Pranks — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠