After transmigrating into the Primordial World, I became the most miserable disciple of the Chan Sect: Shen Gongbao.
A gray-furred Leopard Spirit, living in the shabbiest cave and enduring the cruelest disdain, with a future that would see him dragged off to plug a hole in the North Sea like a lump of meat.
Then he awakened the [Supreme Book of the God of Misfortune].
Guangchengzi passed by him and sneered: "An outsider like you should stay far away. Don't pollute the immortals' spiritual energy."
Shen Gongbao greeted him with a grin: "Senior Brother Guangchengzi, Fellow Daoist, Please Stay!"
That very day, Guangchengzi's ancient mirror exploded.
True Person Huang Long was refining pills. Shen Gongbao respectfully carried over some spirit herbs: "May your pill refinement be a great success, Senior Brother!"
The furnace blew up. Huang Long was flung three yards away, covered in soot.
Taiyi Zhenren frowned. "Huang Long, you can't even refine a pill properly?"
Chijingzi was refining a magic treasure, so Shen Gongbao warmly clapped him on the shoulder and asked after him.
The magic treasure exploded. The spirit fields were ruined. The scripture library collapsed.
Yuanshi Tianzun finally lost his temper. "You wretch, stay put on the mountain! The whole world is going to go bankrupt from a few words with you!"
Shen Gongbao lowered his head, revealing a fanged smile unique to leopards.
When you run into me, Shen Gongbao, fortune and karma both have to take a detour. Call me the number one undertaker of the immortal world.
