He transmigrates as Chiyou and is surrounded by the Yellow Emperor's army right from the start.
System: “Host's current status: no wife, zero savings, rusty weapons, and defenses consisting of a pile of salt clods. Recommendation: cry first or run first?”
Chiyou looks at his tribespeople kneeling all around him, then at the smoke drawing closer on the horizon.
He says, “I'm done fighting. We'll sell salt.”
From that day on, the Jiuli tribe gives up war and goes into business. The old priest becomes a salt maker, the assassins become deliverymen, and the headless Xing Tian becomes chief of security. The God of War, once feared throughout the Three Realms, becomes a shopkeeper calling out to customers by the salt lake.
Other people fight with blades. He fights with salt. First, he makes the Yellow Emperor's army come crying to buy his goods, then gets the immortals of the Heavenly Court lining up for memberships. The Jade Emperor smashes three jade tables. “You're the greatest God of War in the Three Realms, and you choose to be a salt peddler?!”
Chiyou: “Isn't being a boss better than being a God of War?”
His salt empire expands into the Heavenly Court, Kunlun, and even the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Banquet. The Transmigrators' Alliance comes knocking. Kuafu catches up with the sun, Xing Tian gets his head back, and in modern Yuncheng, five thousand years later, an old man wearing sunglasses stands by the salt lake, waiting for a little girl to call him “Grandpa.”
He spends his life as a boss, not a God of War. As long as the salt lake endures, the boss remains.
