From the Start, I Ran a Wilderness Inn: Every Guest Is a Big Shot

“Innkeeper, doesn’t that old man chopping wood by the entrance look familiar?”

“Oh, that’s the Nine Heavens Sword Venerable. He couldn’t pay his room bill, so he’s working it off here.”

“Innkeeper, why does that little girl carrying dishes look so murderous?”

“Don’t mess with her. She’s the Zombie Queen from an apocalyptic world, and she’s got a bit of a temper.”

Su Ping’an transmigrated to a barren wasteland where spiritual energy had run dry and bound the Myriad Worlds Inn System.

He started with a dilapidated thatched hut, but its rules were absolute:

1. No fighting. Violators will have their cultivation stripped away.

2. No credit, even if you’re an immortal.

3. No wasting food, not even a single grain of rice.

At first, the great sacred lands scoffed and sent troops to wipe him out.

But later, when they saw their own ancestors fighting tooth and nail over a bowl of braised pork in the inn...

The entire cultivation world went mad: “Please, just let me in to wash dishes! I brought my own dish soap!”