You Can Cultivate to Immortality by Lying Flat

Wang Fugui transmigrates to the world of cultivation and becomes the most unmotivated outer disciple of the Cangxuan Sect.

While his fellow disciples toil at cultivation, he gets a Marrow-Cleansing Pill by checking in at the latrine, finds an Ancient God of Cookery Cauldron while slacking off in the kitchen, and activates a divine art that cultivates automatically by lying on a shabby mat in the back hills

While others fly swords, he rides his bed. While others enter seclusion, he simmers soup. With his “Laid-Back Sign-In System,” he turns cultivation into a vacation.

Until one day, at the sect’s grand cultivation debate:

He makes a sword prodigy cry by shoving a bowl of luosifen in his face,

shatters an elder’s transmission illusion with his snores,

and leads three hundred idle disciples to lie flat together and break through.

Only then does the entire cultivation world realize

that guy who is always called “a lump of mud that can never be shaped”

has already slept the back hills of the Cangxuan Sect into an ascension platform.