Shen Xian transmigrated.
He became an ordinary disciple in a cultivation sect, so poor he could barely scrape by. The good news was that he got bound to a System. The bad news was its name:
Clear-Eyed Realist: The Troublemaker System.
Just seeing the name of this System scared me.
A Golden Core ceremony? Bang a gong. Senior Sister wants to take first place in the trials? Spread rumors.
So much for lying flat and cultivating in peace.
Shen Xian just wanted to be a salted fish, tucked away in a corner, counting spirit stones. But every time the System assigned him a task, it hit him right where it hurt: one gong performance could earn him half a year's salary.
So he started by banging a gong, then banged his way into the Resource Hall's bedroom. Even after rolling out from under the bed, he was still clutching the account book. Along the way, he discovered something new: this sect's waters ran far deeper than he had imagined.
