The cultivation world calls him a good-for-nothing, but the wasteland world gets on its knees and calls him Dad!
Lin Ye is the acknowledged deadweight of the Qingxuan Immortal Sect. His spiritual roots are pathetic, and he’s hopeless at cultivation. Geniuses trample him, elders berate him, and he lives worse than a dog. Until someone beats him bloody in the back mountains and he falls headfirst into a nuclear wasteland…
A world of endless yellow sand, rampant radiation, and people eating people!
Wastelanders are so hungry they chew tree bark. He pulls out the shoddy fasting pills issued by the servant quarters. They taste awful, but they keep hunger at bay. The wastelanders go crazy: “This is a divine medicine! One pill for ten anti-radiation needles!”
Outer-sect disciples tormented by pill toxins see the anti-radiation needles and go crazy too: “This is an immortal medicine! One needle for ten spirit stones!”
Lin Ye has an epiphany on the spot: Cultivation? What a load of crap! The way to go is being a cross-world trader!
Fasting pills for weapons, Wind-Riding Technique blueprints for exoskeletons, old phones auctioned off as ancient magical treasures for sky-high prices, and nuclear batteries as spirit-gathering stones that make immortal-sect ancestors kneel and beg. Trash from the cultivation world is treasure in the wasteland, while wasteland junk is a divine artifact to the immortal sects. The middleman is the true god!
The powerful want to push him around? Cut off the supply! The immortal sects go hungry, the wastelanders suffer radiation poisoning, and both sides kneel and beg him to sell!
An elder bullies his benefactor? In front of the entire immortal sect, the fists of a sanda champion cripple the hypocrite’s cultivation!
“You dare lay a finger on one of my people?”
Sharp-tongued and black-hearted, greedy and afraid of death, yet fiercely protective and crazy without crossing the line. I’m a good-for-nothing at cultivation, but the godfather of cross-world trade!
I roam freely between two worlds. If you don’t like it, fight me; when the fight’s over, I make money; when I’ve made it, I spend it; when it’s gone, I make more!
The crazy trader is online, raking in the profits, while the powerful of both worlds kneel and sing his praises!
Following up, that's so kind!
Both realms are too kind.