After transmigrating into the Great Sheng dynasty as its most useless Seventh Prince, I am placed under house arrest and humiliated for violating the heavenly law that “cultivators may not engage in trade.” While the cultivators at court all laugh at me, I turn around and work out formulas for fluctuations in spiritual energy right there in the throne hall, using nine years of compulsory education to overturn a thousand-year-old dogma. From then on, cultivation through science is the way, and violators will be executed. From an international spiritual internet to acquisitions in the Immortal Realm, when the emperor begs me to take the throne, I glance at my account: “What’s the rush? Immortal Realm Holdings is only one step away from closing the deal.”
