On the day Chen Xiaoan died, the light in the rental house flashed twice and went out.
He thought he would never have to take the public exam again in this life.
Then he traveled through time.
In the world of cultivating immortals, spiritual energy is charged, spiritual roots need to be tested, and elixirs all rely on spiritual stones to buy.
There was only one piece of expired Bigu Pill in his body, and it felt bitter in his mouth. When he swallowed it, it felt like he had swallowed a handful of sand.
The good news is that there is also a civil service exam in the fairy world.
The bad news is that he can't even pay the registration fee.
The worse news is that he activated a "public examination simulator".
The system said: The first set of real questions, Shenghui 10 spiritual stones.
Chen Xiaoan glanced at the balance: 0.
He was silent for a moment, turned on the Feijian communicator, and silently registered the errand rider.
The first step in taking the public examination is not to write questions.
It's food delivery.
——This is the story of a humble cultivator who struggled in the fairy world system for three hundred years.
He has delivered takeaways, moved ore, worked as a temporary worker, and stood in the main hall of the Heavenly Palace.
He thought he was pursuing an iron rice bowl.
Until one day, he finally understood——
Some rice bowls are not worthy of being called rice bowls.
Some celestial palaces are not worthy of examination.
If you fail to pass the exam, you will destroy the Heavenly Palace.
