Lin Zheng transmigrated, but instead of becoming a prince or high official, he ended up a lowly corpse collector without even an official position at the Great Xuan Demon Suppression Bureau.
In this godforsaken world, where demons treat people as food and immortals treat them like crops to be harvested, his only hope is the black token he cut from a female corpse's stomach right from the start.
The token lit up, and somehow he found himself in an anonymous cultivation chat group called "The Twenty-Four Solar Terms."
The group was packed with big shots: a cold and domineering mysterious empress, a hot-tempered guy who drew his blade at the slightest provocation, and a down-and-out rogue cultivator who posted ads for pills every day.
And Lin Zheng took over the previous owner's codename: Jingzhe.
To stay alive and get his hands on some cultivation resources, Lin Zheng decided to rely on his past-life experience as a forensic examiner and longtime internet user to bluff his way into seeming like an unparalleled master.
"Senior, help! What should I do with this corpse? It still has the Qingwei Sect's astral energy on it."
"What's there to panic about? Mix quicklime, lard, and strong liquor, boil it into soap, then sink it in the river. Even the immortals won't figure out the cause of death."
"Holy crap! Senior really is a ruthless, peerless fiend!"
Watching the big shots in the group tremble and frantically offer up all kinds of peerless cultivation techniques, Lin Zheng, who was worrying about being unable to afford even two liang of pork in real life, silently sighed.
What's the point of fighting and killing?
When it comes to cultivation, freeloading is obviously the best.
