The Master Schemer of the Cultivation World

Other people transmigrate and become peerless heroes, gain a golden finger, and build harems.

Chen Fan transmigrates and ends up giving massages and foot baths, being bossed around, and earning 2,500 yuan a month.

System: Host, you have to push yourself! How will you break through without putting in the effort?

Chen Fan: Push myself? I did that for eight years in my last life. What did it get me?

So he begins cultivating by lying flat...

He massages the feet of powerful figures, listens to them vent, and sells a little information on the side.

He makes tea for wealthy women, watches them fight, and plays peacemaker while he’s at it.

He advises all sorts of factions, collects a consulting fee, and casually gets them at one another’s throats.

Twenty years later, every powerful figure has gone mad:

“What is the deal with this ordinary guy? We fought each other to the death, and somehow he ended up the biggest winner?!”

Chen Fan raises his teacup and smiles faintly:

“I just didn’t want to push myself. I never said you couldn’t.”