Lin Ye, 22, forest ranger at the Changbai Mountain Nature Reserve, employee number 9527.
His life philosophy: if he can lie down, he won’t sit; if he can relax, he won’t work.
His daily routine has three parts: slouching in a wicker chair while scrolling through short videos, watching sweet potatoes roast by the stove, and getting chewed out by Station Chief Li for “missing this month’s mountain patrol KPI again.”
Then one day, a blood-soaked young woman kicked open the door to his cabin.
A group of cultivators calling themselves the Xuantian Sect followed right behind her, loudly threatening to wipe out his entire family.
Lin Ye was annoyed.
It was bad enough that they had interrupted his sweet potato roasting, but they had also ruined the two sweet potatoes he’d just cooked.
So he casually smacked a flying sword out of the air with a sweet potato skewer, knocked out a Foundation Establishment elder with half a roasted sweet potato, then flopped back into his wicker chair, mourning his ruined potatoes.
The young woman: ???
Only later did she learn that this slacker forest ranger, dressed in an old man’s undershirt and baggy shorts and forever fretting over his KPIs, was actually the Unxian Immortal Venerable, who had made the entire immortal realm kneel and beg for mercy ten thousand years ago.
The Xuantian Sect, the big shots of the cultivation world: none of them mattered as much to him as a freshly roasted sweet potato.
And the Black Wind Demon King, who struck terror throughout the cultivation world of the entire Northeast?
He was just a lackey Lin Ye had won over with a pot of roasted sweet potatoes, sent out to patrol the mountain and check in for him.
The ancient Immortal Venerable’s legacy, which the entire immortal realm was desperately searching for, was right there on Changbai Mountain.
And the Immortal Venerable himself was slumped in his wicker chair, fretting:
“I’ve missed this month’s mountain patrol KPI again… Maybe I should make Black Wind do a couple more rounds?”
