Dude, I, Lin Feng, was a doctor of science who died in a laboratory in my previous life.
When he opened his eyes again, he became a loser who could be bullied by everyone in the Immortal Cultivation Sect.
Inferior spiritual roots? Intellectual garbage? Not a big problem.
My [Scientific Analysis System] is awake! Is the Spirit Gathering Array inefficient? Directly transform the parallel circuit! Does the success rate of alchemy depend on your face? Get on the chemical reactor and centrifuge! The flying sword is not fast enough? Learn about aerodynamics!
While my classmates were still meditating and absorbing spiritual energy, I had already led a group of younger brothers to start the first industrial revolution in the world of cultivation. They opened factories, built psychic guns, and laid out energy grids to turn a border town into a "City of Miracles."
The traditional celestial beings scolded me for being evil, and the bosses in the upper world wanted to eliminate me as a bug.
I pushed up my glasses, and thousands of cannon muzzles behind me lit up with dazzling light.
"Purge me?"
"Sorry, starting from today, I will determine the KPI for cultivating immortality."
