Traveling through the world of cultivating immortals, I became a stepping stone for geniuses to cultivate.
Refuse to sacrifice? Good.
Distribute the worst elixir garden in the whole sect.
Here, the connected people are lying down to improve their cultivation, and the honest people are exhausted and become mummies.
I resigned myself to my fate.
Until there was a "ding" in my head——
[Xianmen HR back adjustment system, already bound.
Since then, the style of Xianmen painting has changed.
I look at people, not their cultivation.
Just look at——
Resume. Performance. Stain.
"Senior Brother, do you want to submit the three shadow stone records of your private use of medicinal herbs to the Deacon Hall last month?"
"Elder, you have been in seclusion for a hundred years, and the performance of your disciples is at the bottom of the sect. This is an optimization plan."
Cultivation? Directly increase team performance.
Resource? The optimized talents "voluntarily" contribute.
I rose from the decadent medicine garden to the top of power.
The genius who abandoned me like a pair of worn-out shoes is now trembling in front of my table and handing me tea:
"Cheng... Senior Brother Cheng, this is my background report. Do you think there is anything else that needs... Optimization?"
I took it with a smile, and the system prompt sounded softly in my mind:
[Optimization target for the next stage: Fairy World Board of Directors.
