Zhou Mo, a newly appointed township-level civil servant, spent three years writing reports and countless nights working late before finally passing the civil service exam. But on the day he reported for duty, he was stunned.
He had clearly applied for an ordinary subdistrict office, so why had it become the “Qingyun Subdistrict Office of the Special Affairs Administration”?
His colleagues told him this place was in charge of cultivators.
In charge of cultivators? How?
Zhou Mo looked at the thick stack of complaints: a Nascent Soul patriarch had built a tribulation platform without permission, causing noise complaints, light pollution, and illegal construction. There had been 47 complaints, and every colleague sent to handle them had been beaten back.
His colleagues wore grim expressions. “They’ve cultivated for centuries. We can’t beat them, and we can’t do anything about it.”
Zhou Mo said nothing. He simply opened his computer and created a new document.
Title: “Notice Ordering the Cessation of Illegal Construction of a Tribulation Platform.”
The patriarch slammed his palm into a stone table and shattered it. “I’ve cultivated for five hundred years, and no one has ever dared tell me to tear down my platform!”
Zhou Mo calmly handed him a receipt. “Please sign for it. You have three days to demolish it yourself. If you don’t, we will enforce the order in accordance with the law.”
You’re still talking about the rules of the martial world. I’ve already completed the procedure. You’re still fighting and killing. My official red-stamped notice has already reached your mountain gate.
From a subdistrict clerk to director of the Global Cultivation Administration, from a notice about illegal construction to the “Spirit Vein Resources Protection Act,” from regulating one patriarch’s tribulation platform to overseeing ascension approvals across the global immortal realm...
Zhou Mo proved one thing through his actions:
No matter who you are, when dealing with the system, file a report first.
