Cultivating with Spicy Strips: Keeping a Low Profile as the Head of Striving Sect

On the first day after transmigrating into the Striving Sect, Chen Gou was practically deafened by the slogan, "Striving is a blessing!"

Looking at the banner that read, "Better to be a hard-working king in the Striving Sect than a beast wasting away in a demonic sect," Chen Gou was speechless. Was there really any need to put down fledgling demonic sects so harshly?

His paranoia kicked in at once, and he stayed up all night drawing up three contingency plans for survival.

After choosing to lie low in an abandoned spirit field, he unexpectedly managed to make spicy strips from discarded spirit plants.

He had only meant to shut up Zhao Tiezhu, who had gotten dragged into the mess, but the spicy strips took the entire sect by storm.

While the elders delivered passionate speeches about the "glory of being a cannon-fodder vanguard," he quietly refined his "Thirty-Six Ways to Play Dead When Called on to Speak."

Years later, as the Black Fiend Valley's army bore down on them, the elders welded the title of "Sect Protector Elder" onto Chen Gou.

In despair, he activated his ultimate escape plan, only to accidentally trigger a stampede of the enemy's battle beasts.

Amid the smoke and fire, disciples shouted fervently, "Elder Chen foresaw everything! He lured the enemy in and crippled their leader!"

Clutching a box of spicy strips as he ran, Chen Gou broke down inside. "I just wanted to make hot pot and eat some spicy strips!"

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