Wu Di, an overworked office drone who drops dead, transmigrates and finds himself as Zhenyuanzi, the top powerhouse of the Primordial World and master of Wuzhuang Temple! Immortal bearing? Not a chance! At heart, he's still that cowardly, greedy, foul-mouthed, scheming modern nobody. The Ginseng Fruit Tree? It needs scientific farming! The goal: three harvests a year and ten thousand catties per mu! Bring on the Jinkela fertilizer!
When his best buddy Hongyun is beaten up by Kunpeng and Minghe and drops his loot, the Primordial Violet Qi, Wu Di rips off his robe, smears himself with black mud, grabs a "biological nuke" version of Jinkela, and charges into the fight! He smears Kunpeng in the face with a glob of "Impure World Reincarnation: Defense-Breaking Edition," then sends Minghe for a soak in a vat of "Return-to-Ruin Block-the-Door Soup!" While the big shots vomit until they question their lives, he unfurls the Book of the Earth, scoops up Hongyun's remnant soul, and makes a run for it.
What to do with the hot potato that is the Violet Qi? The Two Saints of the West come demanding it at his door? Wu Di gives a wicked grin: he'll mold Hongyun a tortoise body and stuff the Violet Qi into its shell! Putting on a grieving face, he fools the saints: "This is all that's left of my brother's resentment, a mutated Ginseng Fruit!" He successfully drives Zhunti and Jieyin away with the stench.
Wuzhuang Temple begins its shameless rise: Qingfeng takes charge of the "Earth Immortal Manor," an underground grassroots intelligence network in the Primordial World dedicated to digging up dirt on the big shots; Mingyue leads the "Shadow Tower," a radish commando squad that poisons, spreads rumors, and steals underwear. The Ginseng Fruits mutate and develop all sorts of bizarre effects, while tortoise-bodied Hongyun plods along as the temple's mascot.
From then on, the Primordial World's style takes a sharp turn:
"Kunpeng's losing feathers? Quick, put it in the Herb Observation Weekly!"
"Smear superglue on the gates of the Demon Master Palace! Don't forget the radish markers!"
"The saints? Fainting on their lotus thrones! The Jinkela stench is strong today, so we're closed!"
Watch this nobody immortal use outrageous stunts, ruthless dirty tricks, and shamelessness to carve out a steady, scummy path to sainthood as the ultimate schemer!
