After transmigrating, Lin Fan finds himself a low-ranking, unofficial immortal clerk in the Immortal Realm.
No connections, no cultivation, no magic treasures: the standard package for a triple-nothing nobody.
Other people's cultivation: meditate in seclusion for a hundred years, overcome tribulation, ascend to immortality, and wrestle with fate.
Lin Fan's cultivation: clock in at nine, clock out at five, and absolutely no overtime.
On his first day at work, Lin Fan adopts a life motto: "If I can get by without lifting a finger, I will."
While others take missions to slay demons and exorcise evil, he takes a job weeding the Peach Garden, and sneaks a couple of peaches while he's at it.
While others fight tooth and nail for opportunities, he hides in the Scripture Pavilion to nap. When he wakes up, the cultivation manual has floated right into his head.
While others risk their lives to overcome heavenly tribulation, he cooks hot pot in his dorm. When the thunderbolt strikes, his beat-up pot blocks it.
His fellow Heavenly Court officials can't take it anymore: "Lin Fan! You lie flat every day, so how are you more powerful than us?"
Lin Fan lazily rolls over. "Maybe because... the level I'm lying at is a ceiling you can't reach?"
Until one day, the Jade Emperor personally descends from the heavens and respectfully hands him an appointment letter:
"Lord Lin Fan, you have been selected as the sole designated successor to the Heavenly Dao Lie-Flat System. Your appointment begins immediately. No effort required, just lie flat."
Looking at the immortals kneeling all around him, Lin Fan falls into deep thought:
"So when exactly did I... become a big shot?"
