Lin Fan was a miserable modern office drone who made a foolish wish upon a shooting star, or at least what might have been one, and ended up performing a face-first transmigration right on the spot!
A world filled with immortal aura? Flying on swords? Immortality? No, no. First he had to deal with not speaking the language, having no food or clothes, and a bunch of locals from the cultivation world staring at him like he was a monkey, or perhaps like monkeys were staring at him.
While others meditated desperately to absorb spiritual energy, he wondered whether it obeyed the law of conservation of energy. While others carefully refined pills, he tried using middle-school chemistry to purify them and improve their potency. While others fought over a single magical treasure, he wondered if he could set up an automated production line and mass-produce them.
And so things gradually went off the rails. Other people’s flying swords gleamed with icy light, while his came with a soundtrack and flashing lights. Other people’s caves were peaceful and elegant, while his had “plumbing and electricity” and even spirit-energy Wi-Fi (local network). Other sects’ tournaments were full of sword energy, while his arena became a mash-up of debate shows and invention contests.
Starting with a packet of spicy strips traded for spirit stones, Lin Fan used his unusual way of thinking and his maxed-out talent for snark to blaze an unprecedented... crooked path to immortality!
