Laying Low in the Immortal Sect's Mission Hall, While Geniuses Hire Me for Side Jobs

[System, Scheming, Workplace, Mastermind Behind the Scenes, Management, Wish-Fulfillment, Subverting Expectations, Corporate Drone Literature]

It's fine if you're a useless boss. What matters is knowing how to hire people.

While others fight, you take a cut. While others grow stronger, you get stronger too. In the world of cultivation, being a middleman is the most lucrative business of all.

Ning Qingyu transmigrates to the cultivation world and obtains the Crimson Spirit Pagoda, which can bind corporate drones. Those he binds complete tasks for him while he sits back and collects a cut of the rewards, siphoning off the fruits of their labor as well.

Others risk their lives; he gets stronger.

Others bleed; he gets paid.

While others struggle on the edge of life and death, he snacks on sunflower seeds in his cultivation chamber.

“This isn't cultivation. It's running an outsourcing company.”

And so Ning Qingyu starts hiring.

A talented outer-sect disciple with nowhere else to turn? Please, join my team.

A violent little girl with a congenital battle physique? She looks like a workaholic drone to me.

A talisman maker so poor they're starving? We can't let a technical talent like that slip away.

He provides tasks, resources, and connections; they provide expertise, effort, and their lives...

“Boss Ning, your cultivation is so weak. Aren't you afraid someone will kill you?”

“Why should I be? Anyone who wants to kill me will have to get past those lunatics who work for me first.”

Since ancient times, the cultivation world has followed one ironclad rule: might makes right.

Ning Qingyu plans to change that.

From now on, the rule is: whoever has more drones under them calls the shots.