[Anti-cliché] + [Anti-rat-race] + [Invincible] + [Hilarious] + [Ensemble cast]
This is a cultivation world where alchemists are subject to performance reviews, cultivators who haven’t reached the Golden Core stage by the age of thirty-five are written off, and disciples’ promotions depend on KPIs.
A storm of cutthroat competition has swept through the Three Realms, leaving cultivators in misery. Everyone, that is, except Lin Xian.
He transmigrated to the cultivation world and bound himself to the “Noninterference System.”
The System declared: “Follow the natural way. Let your disciples stand on their own. Don’t interfere. Those who do will be struck by lightning.”
Lin Xian: “Just what I wanted. Time to kick back.”
He took in a few disciples who seemed to have the bleakest prospects:
A painter whose spiritual root had been crippled, a wandering cultivator who could only cook, a sickly scholar, a deranged princess from a fallen kingdom...
All he wanted was to bask in the sun and play chess while his disciples grew freely.
While the whole cultivation world competed to see who could work themselves the hardest, Lin Xian’s disciples competed to see who could find the warmest patch of sunlight.
While other sect leaders were busy firing up their disciples and setting KPIs, Lin Xian was fretting over whether to add more salt to tonight’s wild-vegetable porridge.
Then, just as the Nine Heavens Tribulation descended, the System began blaring alerts: [Warning! The Host has indirectly caused the collapse of the cultivation world’s values. Heavenly punishment upgraded!]
Lin Xian sighed and slowly rolled over beneath the vast, rumbling sky.
“Could you... wait until I wake up before striking?”
