Other people cultivate immortality with spiritual roots. I do it by making other people lose their cool.
I transmigrated into the outer sect of the Qingyun Sect as a good-for-nothing with negative aptitude from the start, and got bound to an “Emotional Meltdown System”: whoever loses their cool makes me stronger. To keep myself from blowing up on the spot, I sing comic duets to the elders during lectures, turn sword formations into pinwheels during the inner sect trials, bring a “Gaze at the Stars Breakthrough Pill” made in a pressure cooker to alchemy class, and casually trick the aloof senior brother into becoming a terminal chuunibyou. At the outer sect tournament, I fling magical emoji weapons; in the secret realm trials, I make the guardian beasts work sewing machines; when tribulation lightning strikes as I form my core, I put up a giant lightning rod and hang a banner that reads, “Heaven, you missed.” The sect leader slips me a million spirit stones in the middle of the night: “Please, go down the mountain and cause trouble for someone else.”
After I descend the mountain, the Demon Sect’s kill order chases after me, and I lead the entire Nine Provinces astray. Grilled gluten skewers take down Nascent Soul cultivators, the demon clan’s holy maiden livestreams her sales, the underground black market switches to a group-buying app, immortal swords become Gatling guns, and the Demon Sect leader is elected through PowerPoint presentations. Before the world-ending blood formation, a DJ remix of the Great Compassion Mantra shatters its core, and the Demon Venerable breaks down and confesses: “I’m just socially anxious. I want some quiet.”
When I ascend to the Immortal Realm, I discover that Heaven is a KPI-obsessed tyrant, the System is a cheat left behind by an ancient fellow transmigrator, and the spiritual energy crisis is caused by the Immortal Realm siphoning it away. So I revise the merit rankings, install an anti-overwork plugin, and bring ancient big shots back to life through livestream donations. Then I use the meltdown points of the Three Realms to set up a ridiculous formation and crash Heaven’s AI.
My goal: Fellow transmigrators, stop competing. Heaven has already lost its cool. The ascension passage goes both ways, the System becomes a public cheat, and the Demon Venerable becomes a customer service rep. As for higher planes? Let’s talk after I’ve organized the Immortal Realm’s square-dancing competition.
Please author keep up this update speed! On the surface, this book is about cultivating immortals, but at its core, it is a portrayal of the workplace for contemporary young people. The protagonist's "sober in the world" character design accurately hits the pain points of the times. The sense of satisfaction comes from the recognition of values, not just the crushing of power.