Lin Yi transmigrated to a cultivation world and became the weakest outer sect disciple of the Tianxuan Sect. His spiritual roots were at the bottom, his cultivation was dead last, and everyone in the sect thought he was an embarrassment.
Then he awakened a System.
It wasn’t the kind that urged him to cultivate hard and defy fate. It was the kind that pushed him to slack off, lie flat, and do whatever absurd thing came to mind.
Soaking his feet in the cafeteria brought a critical hit. Slipping during an assessment led to a breakthrough. Dumping out a bowl of medicine sent his cultivation up two whole levels.
Lin Yi understood: in this world, the harder you worked, the more miserable you became; the more you slacked off, the stronger you got.
So when Zhao Feng, a genius at the ninth level of Qi Refining, challenged him in front of everyone, and the entire sect waited to see Lin Yi, a sixth-level Qi Refiner, get beaten to a pulp...
He put on a breastplate, stuffed three packets of hot pot seasoning into his pocket, and stepped onto the martial arts stage.
“Come on. Once we’re done, it’ll be time to eat.”
A cultivation story about leveling up through slacking off and landing critical hits. No impassioned speeches, no grueling cultivation, no slogans. Just someone driven to the end of his rope by life, choosing the most comfortable way to fight back.
Want to read cool articles? Want to watch the ups and downs of the plot? This book is not suitable. Its storyline is a slow burner.