Qi Guying spent three months risking his life, barely surviving as he slew a vicious beast. He should have been promoted to the inner sect.
Instead, someone stole his spot and swallowed his reward.
He refused to accept it, so he went to reason with them.
That very day, he was punished by being sent to clean the latrines.
That night, Qi Guying crushed his Qi Gathering Pill in his fist and finally understood one thing.
At Qingyun Sect, a high cultivation level isn't necessarily useful.
Knowing how to work the system is the real skill.
From then on, while others cultivated immortality with spiritual roots, pills, and sect connections,
Qi Guying relied on his little notebook.
If someone stole his resources, he looked up the rules.
If someone took his place, he checked the accounts.
If someone abused their status, he dragged their patron down with them.
A temporary worker in the outer sect?
A full-time employee in the inner sect?
A low-level manager in charge of affairs?
An elder making decisions at the top?
Qi Guying climbed the ranks step by step. He didn't grovel or hurt anyone, he just followed the rules.
Until one day, the elders of the entire sect looked at the list he handed them and broke into a cold sweat.
Qi Guying closed his little notebook and said calmly:
"Everyone, don't panic."
"I'm just following the rules."
