When Wang Daniu entered the world of cultivating immortals, he had no unparalleled talent, no peerless teacher, and no grandfather.
All he has is a mouth that can talk, a pair of eyes that can read faces, and a lot of life experience that is not on the stage.
In the Qingyue Sect, your cultivation can determine how hard you fight, but your position determines how many resources you can allocate.
While others were trying hard to break through, Wang Daniu first learned to toast, give gifts, leave excuses, and do favors.
From the miscellaneous yard to the outer gate, from the accountant to the housekeeping, from running errands for others to having people line up to see him, he does not rely on destiny, but counts the sect's rules, favors, and resource allocation into his own path.
This is the story of a low-level monk who gradually climbed into the core of the sect's power by relying on his worldly connections, account books, and skills.
