Ling Hao, a top military-industry postdoctoral researcher aged twenty-seven, was in high spirits as he led a high-energy physics experiment. Then a careless slip by his assistant sent him flying sky-high in an explosion.
When he opened his eyes again, there was no System and no spiritual root, only a secluded mountain village and the jarring label “heaven-forsaken good-for-nothing.” Was this transmigration script the wrong one?
The rational-minded engineer refused to accept his fate.
If he couldn’t cultivate qi, he’d start with infrastructure:
Black powder to suppress bandits, chemical purification to make elixirs, and physics to optimize production. Hard science was the wildest golden finger of all.
Just as the technology products from his “Brookstone Workshop” made him famous throughout the mortal world and he began figuring out controlled nuclear fusion powered by spiritual energy
Ding! Your System has been delayed due to spatial turbulence. Compensation: One Heaven-Defying Destiny Physique.
Ling Hao: “...Can I still return it?”
But the Heavenly Dao package was already in effect. The schemes of evil cultivators came to light, and the demon army descended upon them.
Ling Hao pushed up his cracked glasses. Behind him, an array of spiritual-energy cannons stood ready to fire.
“Fellow cultivators, times have changed.”
“An array you can deconstruct isn’t mysticism, and a Demon Venerable you can shell isn’t a boss.”
“Now, welcome to my course, Principles of Scientific Cultivation. As for tuition, you can pay in demon cores.”
