Lu Li found herself transported to the world of cultivation, where she became an outer disciple of Taiwei Sect.
Her spirit root was ordinary, her aptitude ordinary, her courage ordinary, and her life goals were ordinary too:
Not get kicked out of the sect, not lose her meal tickets, and preferably get four hours of sleep every night.
Then one day during morning lessons, she nodded off and mistook a heavenly golden decree for a cafeteria coupon, sleepily pressing her handprint onto it.
The next moment, the cultivation world's most absurd institution was officially established:
The Heavenly Dao Customer Service Office.
From then on, lost tribulation clouds came looking for her, sword spirits with motion sickness came looking for her, self-conscious pill furnaces came looking for her, secret realms on strike came looking for her, and even a Demon Lord sealed away for a thousand years wrote in to complain:
“My sealing period is over, but no one came to pick me up. This has been a terrible experience. I demand compensation.”
Lu Li finished reading and was silent for a moment before writing back:
“Dear customer, please don't worry. We recommend taking a number and waiting in line.”
The immortal sects were shocked. “This woman is terrifying! She actually dares to make the Demon Lord wait in line!”
Lu Li: “No, I'm just afraid he'll cut the line, make the tribulation cloud in front of him cry, and then get us all struck by lightning.”
Reader's guide:
1. This is a delirious work written by someone who's worked until she's lost her mind. It has no logic and makes no sense, so please, by all means, don't bring your brain along when you read it.
2. A short story, estimated to be around ten chapters. Just for fun.
One chapter daily, updated around 18:00, aiming for 3,000+ words.
If there can't be an update that day, an announcement will be posted before 12:00.
Theme: All things have spirits, and all living beings suffer. Don't panic when trouble comes, and don't block the line.
