I’m Not a Great Immortal Venerable

Du Ming feels that his life is very dark after transmigrating to an alternate fantasy world...

"Dad, I'm hungry... I want a lot, a lot of spirit stones!" A little yellow snake claiming to be a dragon keeps clinging to Du Ming.

"Master, I'm hungry. Let's go kill and burn people..." The spirit of a demonic sword clings to Du Ming...

"Lord Du Ming, that sect master actually dared to disrespect you. Our next target is to conquer that immortal mountain. Look, the distant land there will be your territory!" A masochistic servant kneels before Du Ming, looking at him with fanatical eyes while licking his lips hard.

"Immortal Lord, you... you, please guide us again... We are willing to obey your commands, to work like oxen and horses for you... we only ask for your guidance..." A group of old cultivation monsters kneel before Du Ming, devout beyond words, tears streaming down their faces...

...

Du Ming looks at all of them and then sucks in a sharp breath!

Damn it, I was just trying to act cool—how did I end up like this?