When Zhang Rui opened his eyes, he discovered that he had been reborn in a strange place. Seeing people flying around in the sky, he was stunned. It even seemed to be a world of immortal cultivation.
Good news: The sect leader has already taken him on as a personal disciple.
Bad news: This sect is broke.
Since the sect is so poor it has nothing at all, Zhang Rui can only make money himself, earning spirit stones and cultivation resources.
Zhang Rui: Master, I'm planning to start a company. You can be the chairman, and I'll be the general manager.
Master: What nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand. Go do whatever you want. I'm going into seclusion.
Master, I took in another disciple for you. Come meet them.
Master, I took in another disciple for you. I think her talent is absolutely top-notch.
Zhang Rui's master, Daoist Qingxuan, looked at his completely empty storage ring and felt a headache coming on. He could barely afford to support one disciple. How was he supposed to manage three?
