I, the Poison Maker, Am the Only One Calling the Shots in the Immortal Realm!

Who says physicians have to heal people?

Who says a clinic can't keep hired muscle, or that its shelves can't hold machetes?

Who says cultivators have to be ethereal and refined, rather than swear like sailors?

You say that's against the rules?

Then starting today, my rules are the rules!

You say I have no manners at the dinner table?

If I let someone eat, they get to eat. If I say no, then nobody eats!

You don't accept that? Then I'll beat you until you do! I'll beat the whole world into submission!

Song Cheng transmigrated to a fantasy world. Armed with the memories of someone reborn, the attitude of a gangster, and the tricks of a capitalist, he began his campaign for supremacy.

A certain Holy Lord: “My sect has sixty thousand people, and we still haven't managed to get our hands on a single divine weapon!”

A certain Holy Maiden: “I heard Song Cheng made a ranking of beauties. If you want to get on it, you have to go see him at night to study **?”

A certain rogue cultivator: “Damn it, can someone tell me what the hell shared floor area is?!”

Form gangs and establish territories, running a sect like a band of gangsters!

Engage in mergers and monopolies, making big money with the face of a capitalist!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.