The System Is an Unfinished Work Written by My Master

[Everyday life + ensemble cast + light comedy] After transmigrating to a cultivation world for 999 days, I came home with a busted System. My mom stared at the handsome man in white behind me. “Who’s that?” Me: “My master, the Supreme Elder of the Qingyun Sect. He’s been cultivating for three hundred years.” Mom fell silent for three seconds. “The programmer from the next building? The one who went missing three years ago?” Me: ??? System pop-up: [Ding! Homecoming mission complete. Reward: Golden Origin Pills × 3] My master raised a hand and closed the pop-up. “Don’t listen to it. It’s a half-finished project I wrote while pulling all-nighters back then.” Later, I discovered that roadside weeds from the cultivation world could sell for 200 yuan apiece on Blue Star, while a bag of frozen dumplings from Blue Star could be traded for three Qi-Gathering Pills. My master tore open a passage between worlds for me. “Twice a week. I get twenty percent of the spirit stones we earn.” I thought he just wanted a little spending money, until I found his old notebook from three years ago. The last line read: [Trade between the two worlds is feasible, but someone will have to handle it. I don’t have a disciple.] Now I do.