Elder, Stop Scolding Me! This Is Called Tech-Based Cultivation!

I transmigrated as a good-for-nothing in the cultivation world and awakened the "Absolute Rationality" golden finger.

The sect elder lamented, "This child has a muddled spiritual root and a dull mind!"

I pulled out a workbook titled Cultivation for Five Years, Mock Exams for Three.

During the secret realm trial, the prodigies formed hand seals and chanted spells, fighting so fiercely that mountains crumbled.

I crouched in a corner and set up a microscope. "The cell walls of this Bone-Eroding Grass are structurally defective..."

At the alchemy competition, the fairies controlled the flames with graceful hands, creating a picture of exquisite beauty.

I set up a distillation tower. "The purification efficiency is too low. I recommend introducing fractional distillation."

Then came the sect tournament, and I pulled out a xianxia-style minigun.

"Rat-tat-tat-tat!"

The whole venue fell silent. The elder yanked out a handful of his beard. "You little reprobate! You call that a magical artifact?!"