After transmigrating to a fantasy world, Zhao Xiaodao became the Qingyun Temple’s famously good-for-nothing disciple.
He spent three years refining his qi without even sensing it. In a fit of anger, his master told him to pack his things and go down the mountain to beg for food.
Just as he hit rock bottom, two Systems fell from the sky:
The Slacker System: The more you laze around, the stronger you get. Sleep once and break through a level. Even snoring counts as drawing qi into your body.
The Delivery System: Order across worlds. Iced Americanos help you attain enlightenment, instant noodles keep you alive, milk tea restores your health, and fried chicken helps you break through.
From then on, the cultivation world’s style took a sudden turn.
The patriarchs of the nine great sects camped at their gates to fight over milk tea. Sword masters battled over the last piece of fried chicken, while the holy maiden of the demonic sect camped outside his delivery shop every day, begging for a discount coupon.
At the sect competition, his opponent’s sword energy swept three thousand miles.
Zhao Xiaodao lay down on the arena. “Hold on, I’ll take a nap first and build up my cultivation.”
His opponent: “???”
When a threat from beyond the heavens arrived, every sect was gripped by terror.
With a straw between his lips, Zhao Xiaodao lounged on his cloud couch. “What’s the panic? Let me finish this bucket of fried chicken first.”
