Cultivating Immortality by Using Hotpot to Crush the Chosen One

Urban cultivation, sect management, lighthearted and ridiculous, against-the-grain twists, multiple female leads, ensemble cast, a laid-back and sharp-tongued male lead versus a scheming saintly accountant, and an infighting arms race in the cultivation world

On the first day Tao Ran takes over as the young sect leader of the Medicine King Sect, a line of text appears above his head:

This sect's role: a sect of useful underlings, existing solely to supply pills to the chosen protagonist. Expected to be wiped out after three chapters.

Tao Ran flips the table on the spot.

Wiped out? Do you know how much annual revenue my chain hot pot restaurants made in my previous life?

The Medicine King Sect stops refining medicine and switches to selling medicinal hot pot. The Sword Sect gets jealous, and its senior disciple rushes out that very night to sign up for driving lessons. The Talisman Sect refuses to be outdone and prints its ancestral talismans as discount coupons. Even the Demon Cult comes to discuss a partnership, proposing to start some kind of guild and promote a few popular cultivators.

Only the Heavenly Dao insists on sticking to the script.

This month, the chosen protagonist is supposed to receive three hundred Foundation Establishment Pills. Tao Ran slaps a price list on the table: twenty percent off wholesale, payment upfront.

The chosen protagonist is dumbfounded. "Where's my script?"

Tao Ran: "The script is with me. Want it back? Sign up for a membership first."

And just like that, the cultivation world turns into a rat race.

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