I had just transmigrated when the Saintess stabbed me in the back and killed me.
The good news was that, before I died, I used my golden finger to summon an entire country to avenge me!
The bad news was that the country thought I was too weak and decided I needed military training!
From then on, my cultivation journey went completely off the rails.
I wanted to meditate in seclusion and comprehend the laws of heaven and earth.
Captain Gao Jianguo kicked down the door to my cave. “Who said you could slack off? Three-kilometer obstacle course, starting now!”
I refined a supreme-grade pill, drawing down a tribulation.
Colonel Zhang Tao immediately called in the artillery. “Blow up that cloud! Don’t let it interfere with Comrade Lin Mo’s afternoon civics class!”
After finally reaching the Golden Core stage, I took to the skies on my sword.
Two J-20s pulled alongside me and brought me to a halt in midair. A pilot leaned out and called, “Comrade, show us your airspace permit. You don’t want to lose your license points, do you?”
The entire cultivation world was stunned.
Other cultivators risked death to survive their tribulations. I had weather weapons escorting me through mine.
Other cultivators fought tooth and nail for treasures in secret realms. I went straight in with a national exploration team to develop strategic resources.
Looking at the report titled “Feasibility Study on Converting This Secret Realm into the Military’s No. 73 Logistics Base,” I burst into tears.
Where were the thrilling vendettas and adventures across the universe I was promised? How did I end up as a nine-to-nine, six-days-a-week cultivation wage slave?!
