Immortal Cultivation Expert: From the Start, the Landlord Asked Me to Twist Open a Bottle Cap

A mighty cultivator who once stood at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, now a property manager.

On my first day at work, a resident complained that someone upstairs was dancing. I looked up and saw that it was freaking sword energy leaking out.

The underground garage in this residential complex isn't for parking cars. It's for flying swords. The rooftop isn't for hanging laundry, it's a cultivation area. And the residents' group chat isn't about utility bills, it's about "today's spiritual energy levels."

A sweet, adorable pet shop owner asked me to open a bottle cap. I casually slapped a spirit beast so hard it went flying into the wall.

A cool, sophisticated beauty came to pay her property fees, and I happened to catch the idol livestream on her phone's lock screen.

A physics PhD keeps chasing me around, asking, "How can we optimize the energy consumption of the spirit-gathering array?"

I thought that was as crazy as things could get, until a blood-soaked man crawled out of the underground garage...

"Run... The demon realm... is attacking!"

I looked at the "Residential Community Rules of Conduct" in my hand, then at the demons pouring out of the teleportation array.

With a sigh, I picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Attention, all residents: Level One alert. If we win, everyone's property fees are waived for the year."