On the first day Lin Mudu transmigrated into the cultivation world, he became bound to the "Secret Realm Conquest Guide System."
His golden finger was inherited from his ancestors, his dream was to keep his head down, and his chances of survival were doomed from the start.
Luckily, there was a sickly beauty of a chief disciple nearby, coughing blood so hard he looked ready to ascend on the spot.
The System said, "We recommend prioritizing your teammate's safety."
Lin Mudu: "?? I protect him?"
Later, by helping people cruise through secret realms, he became the cultivation world's top-tier star tour guide.
Elders from all the major sects lined up to send invitations: "Divine Guide, please let us cut in line!"
Later still, he took in three disciples and thought he could finally laze in the Divine Realm and sunbathe in peace.
Until one day, his twelve-year-old junior disciple came running over, looked up at him earnestly, and said:
"Master, I saw Senior Brother take four men into a little room. As they went in, he said it was two thousand spirit stones per session and all they had to do was lie down. Master, is that the respectable city job Senior Brother was talking about?"
Lin Mudu spat his spiritual tea three zhang into the air.
Xie Qiyun stopped flipping through his pill recipe, his expression subtly blank.
After three hundred years of taking disciples, he had never expected his eldest disciple's "respectable job" behind the scenes to be this.
Everyone in the cultivation world knows that the Divine Guide helps people coast through secret realms for just ten spirit stones.
Nobody told him his eldest disciple's competitive streak meant charging twenty times as much, with a "lie down and win" service included!
Cowardly, money-grubbing bottom x seemingly sickly beauty, secretly black-bellied but actually airheaded top
Theme: Poverty does not mean a lack of ambition
