I Was Just a Delivery Rider, but a Female Cultivator Picked Me Up

The most valuable thing Jiang Che owns is the insulated box on the back of his electric scooter. He dropped out of college, rents a room in an urban village, and spends fourteen hours a day making deliveries. On a rainy night, his last delivery ran late. He rode through a red light and never made it to his destination. As he lay dying, there was only one thought in his mind: Damn, I still haven't delivered that order. When he opened his eyes again, he had become a male servant in a matriarchal cultivation world. Women rule as emperors, women lead sects, and women fight; men uphold the virtues of a husband, embroider, and obey the three obediences and four virtues. A food delivery rider in a matriarchal cultivation world, he runs errands and cultivates, all while being so “pampered” that he starts to question his life. From “Just feed me and I'm good” to “Shit, I'm done for.” A nobody's rise isn't about becoming some invincible hero. It's about finding something worth protecting, and someone waiting for you to come home.