The moment delivery rider Lu Xiaofei opens the door to his rented apartment, an admission letter for a cultivation school shoots out of the toilet and smacks him in the face.
When drying your underwear becomes an entry-level cultivation exam, flying on a sword requires passing the second stage of a driving test, and the ultimate dream of the Demon Realm’s villains is to livestream sales and make the top of the rankings, this cultivation world ruled by QR codes and KPIs is putting on the most ridiculous ascension journey in history.
At Qingyun Vocational and Technical College of Cultivation, you’ll find:
- A senior student in the alchemy department turning a microwave into an automatic pill-refining machine
- A sword cultivator senior girl putting a bounty on the fifteen-pound orange cat that keeps eating her sword oil
- The Matchmaker’s Hall rolling out big-data matchmaking, then getting complaints that it’s arranging people’s marriages
- The Demon Lord being hunted across provincial borders by the Consumer Council for selling fake Foundation Establishment Pills on his livestream
Armed with a cleansing spell that can exorcise cockroaches and accompanied by his innate magic treasure, a secondhand electric scooter converted into one that’s always dancing to square-dance music on the balcony, Lu Xiaofei trembles in the cultivation-world version of DingTalk: “Can I still drop out?”
The System flashes a bright red warning: [Truancy tendency detected. Playing the looped version of The Great Compassion Mantra shortly.]
