"I transmigrated to a cultivation world, only to have my spiritual roots test as shattered. Everyone laughed at me, but I alone knew: the grand formation beneath your feet is a shoddy construction project."
"I'm the first person in the cultivation world to make someone sign an inspection report."
Lu Zhao transmigrated to a cultivation world, where his shattered spiritual roots got him branded as a body without spiritual affinity and sent to apply insect-repellent oil to the mountain-guarding formation. Everyone thought he was a waste, until he took one look at the formation the sect was so proud of.
"The welds on this formation haven't been tested for flaws. There are seven points of stress concentration. It'll collapse within three hundred years."
The entire sect laughed their heads off. Three months later, a formation pillar really did crack.
From then on, the cultivation world gained an uncompromising inspector:
A magical treasure forged by a sect elder? He'd fail it on the spot and cut it open to show you why.
A pill recipe handed down by a pill shop for three hundred years? One ingredient was copied wrong, and the original author became the plagiarist.
A grand formation said to last ten thousand years without breaking? Its foundation had been underwater for three hundred years, and one of its pillars was hollow.
Others pursued cultivation by advancing their realms. He pursued it through inspection. Others delivered face-slapping with their fists. He did it with reports.
Sign here and stamp it: you're responsible for life. That's the power of an inspector.
