When Mo Qiuren woke up, he found that he was not lying in the Palace of Hell, nor was he reborn in any cultivation sect. In front of him was a line of cold system prompts: [Welcome to the Guild Federation, No. 36041427469201090111, Comrade Mo Qiuren]. Comrade? ! There seems to be something wrong with this fairyland! Others are cultivating immortals: killing people to seize treasures, competing in secret realms, and being the only one who dominates. I cultivate immortality: work on time, accumulate points, and pay personal income tax? ! Third level of Qi refining? Sorry, it's just the passing line for junior members. The aunt next door grows more spiritual grain than me! The Taoist couple is a beautiful alchemist at the ninth level of Qi refining? But I can't seem to complete the double cultivation target in her ten-year plan! I wanted to catch the fish and lie down, but the Guild Federation's Iron Fist of Cultivation... Well, it was a spring breeze, too warm. Starting from improving the formula of bigu pills, Mo Qiuren discovered that this world where everything is shared and planned for cultivation seems... Promising? "Report two Sima! Production efficiency increased by 15% this month, apply for additional spiritual stone quota!" "Comrade Zhan Tai, please put away your pearls. Our Guild Federation is not interested in this. Please go through the process to discuss cooperation!" While other immortals were still struggling with the ruthlessness of Dao Dao, Mo Qiuren had already begun to think about how to use the "Six Micro Zhengfa" to prepare the next century plan for the entire Immortal Kingdom! This is a story about working hard to become an outstanding member in the red fairyland and changing the world at the same time.
