In the thirtieth year of the spiritual qi revival, humanity retreated to the big cities, relying on protective formations to survive.
Cultivation techniques, elixirs, and spirit fields were all controlled by the cultivation conglomerates.
Jishi Group's Linjiang No. 7 Base. Jiang Che was an outsourced worker.
His father had been the captain of the security squad. Half a year ago, while escorting red-veined lingzhi into the city, he encountered a "demon beast" at Shimen'ao.
One cart of goods, eight men, and they couldn't even find a single intact bone.
The family apartment was taken back. Two fever pills were all it took to send Jiang Che on his way, too.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a line of pale golden cultivation figures hovering above every living person's head.
Uncle Qin had 23.8, the new captain had 46.5...
And Jiang Che himself had 4.5. He was a sickly weakling, worse than an ordinary person.
Fortunately, a panel lit up alongside it:
[Daily settlement: Detected Host eating, cultivating, keeping accounts... All actions meet the criteria for cultivating immortality and attaining longevity.]
[Guaranteed mechanism: At midnight each day, cultivation automatically increases by 1.]
Eating meat raised his cultivation. Sleeping guaranteed +1.
Even holding back from flipping the table and keeping his accounts in his head instead earned him points...
Points could boost his spiritual roots, comprehension, cultivation, and lifespan.
By keeping his head down, he could build his life back up, one layer at a time.
Then he dug up the old records:
The security squad had taken the road through Shimen'ao for ten years without incident.
The night before the disaster, the escort route had been changed at the last minute.
Yet the official report contained only four words: Encountered a demon beast.
Jiang Che closed the ledger, smiling calmly.
"Dad, that cart of red-veined lingzhi you never got to deliver..."
"This time, I'll escort it."
