I Returned from Cultivation and Became a Delivery Rider

When the tribulation clouds pressed down, Lin Bei was lying on the seven-hundred-and-twenty-third step of the Immortal Realm, sunbathing.

No, to be exact, he had just been struck by a bolt of heavenly lightning and was sprawled across the steps, blackened from head to toe, with half a spicy strip from the mortal world still in his mouth.

“Congratulations, fellow cultivator, on surviving your tribulation and ascending to immortality!”

Immortal cranes called all around him, rosy clouds filled the sky, and several passing immortals clasped their hands in congratulations.

Lin Bei coughed out a puff of black smoke and struggled to raise his middle finger. “Who the hell said there were only nine bolts in a heavenly tribulation? I counted all the way to the nine-hundred-and-ninety-ninth and thought it was over, then another one came, and that bolt even changed direction!”

He had cultivated in the Immortal Realm for three hundred years, going from an ordinary mortal to the peak of the Tribulation Transcendence stage. After countless hardships, he had finally... finally bankrupted the Immortal Realm.