[Invincible + System + Comedy and Memes + Fitness Maniac + Wildly Imaginative Cultivation]
At first, Xiao Mi thought the whole “getting hit by a truck and transmigrating to another world” thing was just a meme.
Believing something with no basis in fact? He’d sooner believe he was the reincarnation of Qin Shi Huang. Send him 500 yuan and he’d appoint you a great general. That sounded more plausible.
Then, at the moment he got lucky at a street corner, he believed.
He only hoped he wouldn’t have to hear those soul-crushing words in his next life: “We’re all doing our best to stay alive...”
After death, Xiao Mi’s soul unexpectedly transmigrates to a cultivation world called the Great Wilderness.
Not only does he merge with a young Daoist who shares his name, he also successfully binds himself to an unconventional System.
In his previous life, Xiao Mi worked himself harder than every food delivery rider and earned the title of Top Order King.
In this life, he’s determined to be a happy, lazy fish, but there are always troublemakers trying to kill him.
To stay alive, Xiao Mi has no choice but to get dragged back into the rat race, vowing to outwork every native.
So what if I have a crippled ancient constitution?
The System rewards me with a sacred physique for fitness.
Others break through by absorbing spiritual energy. I gain experience by working out.
Others consolidate their cultivation with pills. I use protein powder.
And so, the most unconventional cultivator in history is born.
I’ve got the Three Pure Ones tattooed on me. There’s no one else like me in this world.
I punch the Four Heavenly Kings of the Southern Province and kick the Nine Martial Gods of the Northern Frontier.
Who rules the Great Wilderness? The Fist Emperor Xiao on Mount Yuheng.
“What? The one coming is stronger than me!”
Xiao Mi quietly lies facedown on the ground. “No worries. Let me do a few push-ups first...”
Two and a half minutes later...
The villain grimaces in agony. “Answer me! You call working out cultivation?!”
Xiao Mi grins and hands him a flyer. “Sir, times have changed. Why not give fitness cultivation a try!”
