After I Was Transformed into a Good-For-Nothing Handyman, the Whole Sect Loved Me

After eight years of operation, Shen Tang died suddenly at his workstation on the night of his thirtieth birthday. When he opened his eyes again, he was transformed into a good-for-nothing handyman of the Qingyun Sect whose spiritual roots were emitting black smoke. Rushing for morning classes at Yinshi, coughing up blood for contribution points, fighting for the head of a broken sword—— She realized: Isn't this the immortal version of 996? Others rely on hard work to achieve immortality, but she relies on project management brains. After half an hour of crossing the peak of the river, he turned into a waterwheel machine hall and knelt down to beg his master. The radishes he planted randomly exploded into a top-notch rejuvenation elixir. The elder of Danfeng bowed down with a carrot in his hand, the master of Spiritual Beast Peak gave her a crane to use as a mount, and the master of the mechanism hall wanted to accept a disciple with red eyes. Even Senior Brother Bingshan, who always kept his eyes high, started running towards her vegetable patch. Shen Tang yawned: "You guys will take advantage of me, I will retire." The longer he lay, the greater his reputation became, so the whole sect treated this salted fish as an offering to a hidden master. It wasn't until the demonic cultivators invaded the south and the entire sect ran out of food that everyone discovered—— Only her medicine farm has three years' surplus of food. Under the field where she took a nap, there was an ancient fairy mansion. There was a voice whispering in her ear every day: "You are pressing on my coffin board."