After ten years of hard study, Lin Xiaofan finally used connections to land a lowly ninth-rank post.
On his first day in office, a demon king slaughtered a city. He promptly pulled out a demon employment registration form. “Hey there, sign up for health insurance and get a free shapeshifting pill!”
Other people cultivated through talent. He relied on his silver tongue and a head full of terrible ideas.
At a Buddhist holy site, he persuaded the abbot to return to secular life and open a barbecue stall. In a great demon's territory, he promoted a get-rich-quick scheme based on demon blood donation.
He even carried around the remnant soul of someone claiming to be an ancient great power, who offered outdated information all day long: “Three thousand years ago, the Queen Mother of the West... buried a stinky sock here.”
As war threatened to engulf the Six Continents, he was busy talking the Demon Venerable into it: “Raiding your own treasury? Think bigger! Let's team up and start a ‘Demon Venerable Picks’ livestream shopping channel...”
Then his childhood sweetheart ran him through the chest with a sword. “The treasury key you talked someone into stealing wiped out my entire clan.”
