A good-for-nothing cultivator transmigrates into the Age of Declining Dharma and, just to make ends meet, becomes a delivery driver.
He thinks food delivery will be all hard labor, but every day brings orders stranger than the last:
“Urgent! My Golden Core is shattered and I need help! Bring me a copy of Five Years to Form an Infant, Three Years of Practice Exams, plus a soul-nourishing soup. Must arrive within half an hour or I’m leaving a bad review!”
“The neighboring cultivation academy is holding a flying-sword competition. Need one sword for cheating, requirements: silent, high-speed, and equipped with a stealth array. Extra tip!”
“Looking for someone to buy a thousand-year-old vermilion fruit. Note: preferably, the courier can help me get through the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation. Price is negotiable!”
I look at the nine-digit balance of merit points in my account and silently tap the button to accept the order.
Another fine day spent running errands for the immortals.
