You Hired Me as a Funeral Director, So How Did I Become Supreme of the Three Realms?

[System-driven story] [Cautious survival] [Scheming] [play the pig to eat the tiger]

Just after Lin Chen transmigrated to Qingyun Sect, the outer sect steward crippled his cultivation for failing to pay the required fee, then tossed him into a mass grave to die. Everyone thought his life was over. But after he buried the first nameless rogue cultivator, he awakened the [Myriad Heavens Funeral System] and received a marrow-cleansing divine pill, an unrivaled cultivation technique, and an iron shovel that looked old and battered.

That night, the fellow disciples who had bullied him came to rob him. Lin Chen pretended to kneel and beg for mercy, then turned around and smashed one man’s skull with his shovel before digging a grave and burying him.

From then on, Qingyun Sect had an inconspicuous new funeral-serving handyman.

By day, he kept his head down and dug graves for the dead, earning everyone’s disgust. By night, he practiced divine arts, swallowed spirit pills, and buried his enemies, advancing by leaps and bounds.

A genius looks down on him? Bury him.

An elder wants him dead? Bury him.

An enemy sect attacks the mountain? Bury them all.

Then the great calamity of the Three Realms arrived. As the powerful of all the heavens fell into despair, the mud-covered undertaker walked out of the mass grave with his shovel over his shoulder and said with a genial smile, “Everyone, the graves are ready. Who’s first?”