Lin Bei transmigrates to the world of cultivation and discovers that he's so handsome it's almost devastating, so astonishingly perceptive it's scary, and so absurdly lucky it's ridiculous.
He gets it.
"I was so ordinary in my previous life, but this life is so ridiculous. There's only one explanation: I'm the Son of Heaven's Mandate."
So he decides to slack off.
"Cultivate? No need. I'm the Son of Heaven's Mandate. Opportunities will come looking for me."
"Work? You've got to be kidding. Is the Son of Heaven's Mandate supposed to work?"
"Steward Zhao, you'd better watch your tone with me. Don't blame me if you get struck by lightning in a minute. I warned you."
The entire sect thinks he's crazy.
Until Zhao Quan really is struck by lightning.
The entire sect: "???"
Lin Bei: "Why are you all looking at me? Eat your food. Oh, right. Starting tomorrow, my meals should be up to the inner sect disciples' standard. No problem, right? If you have a problem, don't tell me. Take it up with Heaven."
