>Dressed as a fifty-year-old gangster, I rebelled against the imperial court.
>Thirty years of industrial revolution crushed the feudal dynasty, and he ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor at the age of seventy.
>He coughed up blood on the dragon chair during the enthronement ceremony. That night, he was kicked off the cliff by his confidant General Zhao Tieying with a sword through his heart.
>When I opened my eyes again, I saw the crane carrying me flying across the sea of clouds, and the Qinglan Sect's mountain gate stood majestically.
>The gatekeeper pinched his nose and said: "Old man, you must also learn the basic methods to cultivate immortality. Where is your spiritual root?"
>I took out my trick to start a business: "Comrade, the situation is opening up! The development of the sect requires comprehensive talents..."
>"For example?" The examiner squinted.
> "For example, scientific processing of spirit animal feces can turn waste into treasure!"
>Successfully become a glorious toilet manager.
>Until that night, I bumped into a 10,000-year-old ginseng plant by the latrine that stole feces and ate it...
