Cultivation Is Too Cutthroat, So I Choose the Demonic Path

Work myself to death? No way. I’m never doing that in this life. After transmigrating to the cultivation world, Lu Ming thought he’d be soaring on his sword through the wind, free beneath the heavens. Instead, he discovered that things here were even harsher than a 996 work schedule! The prodigies competed over their fathers, their sects, and spirit stones. As a three-nothing fake spirit-root good-for-nothing, he was at the very bottom of the rat race, even when it came to breathing. When his fellow disciples fought until they were bloodied over a single Foundation Establishment Pill, Lu Ming finally understood. “If this is what it takes to become an immortal, forget it!” He turned around, leaped into an ancient forbidden zone, and clung to the leg of a demonic ancestor. “Ancestor, do you think I have what it takes to become a demonic cultivator?” From then on, the cultivation world lost a good-for-nothing who couldn’t keep up with the rat race and gained a “sneaky bastard” who specialized in dealing with anyone who refused to fall in line. He stayed hidden behind the scenes, ambushing people, stealing treasures, and snatching opportunities, while his cultivation soared like a rocket. The righteous immortal maidens both hated him and wondered about him. His prodigious archenemies were so thoroughly duped that their faith in the Dao crumbled. When the demons from beyond the domain invaded and the immortal path was routed, he led his demonic army and became the last hope of salvation. The immortals trembled. “Demon, what are you planning?” Lu Ming scratched his ear and grinned mischievously. “Relax. I just wanted to ask... do all of you here want to join me in outworking the old fogeys up there who make the rules?”