Jiang Mozhu was cursing her boss in her head when she transmigrated into a book. The moment she opened her eyes, she was standing at a spiritual root test in the cultivation world. Staring at the floating crystal ball, she could only think: What is that? A barcode?
Others were fought over when they tested as having a single spiritual root. When she got a barcode-shaped pattern, all she received was a round of laughter.
But no one knew that this corporate drone, who brought the Pomodoro Technique into sword training and used SWOT analysis to plan her cultivation, was about to use modern science to turn the entire cultivation world upside down.
“Your sword-riding posture creates way too much drag!” She adjusted the sword techniques.
“Alchemy furnace temperatures need PID control!” She wrote equations for the alchemists.
When the aloof formation genius Gu Qingyan scoffed, “Spiritual energy isn’t conserved,” she turned around and used calculus to prove the flaw in his formation.
From the “If We Can’t Grind, We’ll Eat” squad to the “Anti-Demon 996 Alliance,” this transmigrator into a book, with her sarcasm skill maxed out, used KPI assessments for spirit beasts, big data to predict tribulations, and even set up a certification system for the cultivation world.
“I used to grind just to survive. Now I grind for…” She looked at the family she had rescued, the companions who had weathered hardships with her, and the formation genius who had finally learned to make her instant noodles, and swallowed the rest of her complaint.
