Spiritual Roots? I Don't Need Them to Be Invincible

Zhou Qian transmigrated to another world, but remained an ordinary mortal with no spiritual roots and no ability to cultivate.

Though he came with a System, all he could do was run a general store and scrape by.

Then one day, the store began to bustle with activity.

"You call this a general store? What a joke! What kind of general store sells third-grade pills, second-grade immortal artifacts, and first-grade Daoist arts?"

"Hey, isn't that the sect's old ancestor? What is he doing working as a shop assistant? Shh! It's not just the old ancestor, there's a demon emperor too!"

"A dignified third-grade sect is actually subordinate to a general store? Is your sect leader a donkey?"

"You're the donkey! You're only at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, yet Mister can still slap you!"

"And who are you?"

"Me? The Grand Preceptor of Great Zhou. I heard Mister plans to take my position.

I refused to accept it, so yesterday I attacked Mister with a flying sword.

Mister didn't even turn around. The sword fell at his feet.

Mister cursed me out, called me a good-for-nothing who couldn't even fly a sword despite being so old.

Mister slapped me. It didn't hurt, it was like being tickled, but I stood there unable to move, pissing like rain."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.