Sword Cultivators, Body Cultivators, Spell Cultivators: You're All Just Grunts

Chen Xi has a golden finger that makes him stronger whenever he earns money. But he’s never earned any. Why? Because the competition for jobs is brutal! Take the civil service exam? No way. You need at least a bachelor’s degree and five cultivation techniques at Grade A. Go into sales? Have you mastered mind reading? What? You haven’t studied it? Sorry, PASS! How about hauling bricks on a construction site? “Hey, kid, we only hire body cultivators here. Twenty-four hours a day, work twenty, rest four!” Then he’ll just have to deliver takeout first... But even food delivery requires a sword-flying license. Luckily, sword flight is an introductory course at every sword-cultivation academy, and Chen Xi is just old enough to enroll. That day, Chen Xi’s family spent everything they had to buy him two sword-forging spirit stones. “Chen Xi, finished spirit swords are too expensive. If you forge a sword with enough sincerity, even a spirit stone can produce one with a soul.” “Chen Xi, we’re poor. After buying the spirit stones, we can’t afford tuition.” “Chen Xi, your uncle did the math for you. Go to Xuanmen Temple and forge your sword for forty-nine days. When it’s done, an expert will surely come and take you to school.” “Chen Xi, your uncle specializes in divination. He’s never wrong!” So Chen Xi had no choice but to go to Xuanmen Temple and toil away at forging his sword. Hard work pays off. After forty-nine days, the spirit sword was complete! Chen Xi eagerly reached out to grasp it. Just then, a distant shout drifted through the mountain woods. “Sword, come!” With a whoosh, Chen Xi’s sword flew away. “Huh? There’s another spirit sword. A midnight snack!” Chen Xi: “Oh, for f!”