Mortgage Slaves: Cultivation? It's Meaningless Before the Immortal Palace

Qi Ming had spent his previous life as a mortgage slave, then died after being crushed by a brick while building his own home. He transmigrated to a cultivation world, where even his spiritual essence was a 100% awakened red brick. With no way to earn a living otherwise, he had to join a sect as a laborer.

"This place is yours from now on. The conditions are harsh, but you must cultivate diligently and make something of yourself."

Qi Ming looked at the ramshackle wooden hut on the mountain, and a terrifying power within him, comparable to a System, awakened.

Cultivate? Sure, cultivate my ass! Make something of myself? Who cares!

While others meditated, he built houses. While they practiced martial arts, he built houses. While they refined pills, he built houses. While they forged magical treasures, he still built houses!

The sect disciples endured bitter cultivation, braved the elements, and kept watch against danger. He simply pulled a house from his clothes and tossed it down. He could go home anytime, shut the door, cook a meal, and shut out the world.

When disaster struck, the sect's pavilions and buildings were ravaged and shattered, and its protective formation fell like paper. Only one house stood firm: vicious beasts couldn't break it, lightning tribulations couldn't destroy it, and samadhi fire warmed its heated kang bed.

Then, everyone went from looking down on mortgage slaves, to understanding them, to becoming mortgage slaves themselves.

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