Shen Yuan, a former PhD in quantum physics, transmigrates into the world of cultivation after a lab accident and becomes a “peerless good-for-nothing” with no spiritual root in the Qingyun Sect.
While his fellow disciples beat each other bloody over a single spirit herb, he's writing On the Wave Theory of Spiritual Energy Particles.
While senior brothers and sisters fight over ancient magical treasures in a secret realm, he's successfully made graphene conductive talismans.
While the elders preach that the Great Dao is heartless, he's teaching the servants Five Years to Foundation Establishment, Three Years of Practice Exams.
Everyone thinks he's crazy, until the day of the sect tournament. A heaven-blessed prodigy arrives on his sword, sword energy sweeping everywhere. “Wretch, I'll show you what immortal arts can do!”
Shen Yuan quietly opens his lab notebook and pushes up his nonexistent glasses. “Fellow Daoist, please review this report first: On the Inefficient Use of Energy in Your Techniques and Suggestions for Optimization.”
Years later, when Shen Yuan's “Gate of Truth” laboratories span all three realms and even the Immortal Emperor sends a request to collaborate, he's fretting over a pile of blueprints:
“When will the Jade Emperor approve the budget for converting the Southern Heavenly Gate into a particle collider?”
“The Demon Realm next door is complaining that the noise from our newly tested star-destroyer is too loud during its jumps and is disrupting their cultivation...”
“Tsk, what a bunch of neighbors with no scientific spirit.”
