After I Transmigrated, I Became a Revered Master of Mysticism

[Please add my next novel to your collection: After the Emperor Read His Thoughts in His Diary. Please, dear readers, add it to your collections!] After signing a shady contract with a dogshit System, Mu Qi was sent to ancient times. The good news was that the body the System had prepared for him belonged to the heir of a duke in the current dynasty. He was born into a life of luxury, at the very top of this fictional kingdom. The bad news was that the emperor was obsessed with alchemy, the reformists and conservatives were locked in a bitter struggle, corruption ran rampant from top to bottom, and the dynasty was on its last legs. It wouldn't last more than a few decades. The even worse news was that, according to the contract drawn up by the dogshit System, Mu Qi had to make a name for himself in this era, save the dynasty from collapse, and make history, or he wouldn't be allowed to return. Faced with the small task his superiors had given him, Mu Qi, who was no more than an average trash-talker, finally broke down: ...Let's just destroy the world already. After repeated attempts to fight back failed, Mu Qi completely gave up. He decided to lie flat, refusing to cooperate with the System and writing scathing insults in the work logs he submitted: [Another day of banging my head on the palace floor. I'm so done. That old lamp has been refining pills for years, so why hasn't he kicked the bucket and dropped some loot yet?] [They seriously want us at court at five in the morning? What a damn pain. And Elder Xu of the reformist party, how do you have the nerve to accuse your political rivals of seizing farmland? Did the tens of thousands of acres of irrigated farmland back home just fall from the sky? So gross.] [For fuck's sake, I just complained about the reformists yesterday, so today I have to slap the conservatives in the face! He spent a whole year inspecting the salt trade and only came back with a million taels of silver. If that old Taoist hadn't fried his brain refining pills, he should at least have followed the ancestors' example and skinned him alive a few hundred times!] [I heard that old lamp of an emperor has spent decades practicing celibacy. Wonder if it's true? On that note, I guess it makes sense that people ship him with his wet nurse's son in fanfiction...] Every night, Mu Qi would vent his spleen, dump all his garbage on the System, then go straight to sleep without another care. But Mu Qi seemed to have forgotten that this dogshit System he'd been assigned had never been able to guarantee the privacy of his information... · The emperor devoted himself to the arts of the mystics, secluding himself in a secret chamber. After many days of pure cultivation, he finally moved the heavens. One day, the room blazed with light, and a booklet fell from the air. Four large characters were written on the cover: Work Diary. The emperor treasured it as if it were a precious gift from heaven. He bathed, lit incense, and respectfully opened it, carefully reading the heavenly revelation: [On the night of June 11. The usual daily question: After ingesting this much heavy metal, how is that old lamp on the dragon throne still alive?] The emperor's smile froze. · On June 12, a sudden upheaval shook the palace. It was said that on that day, the emperor expelled all the Taoist priests from the palace, severely punished the salt inspectors, confiscated all their assets, and had them skinned and stuffed as a warning to future generations. That day, Mu Qi was lying flat at home, bored out of his mind, when he suddenly heard a familiar notification chime: "Huh? Why is the quest progress bar moving on its own?" · This story is also known as Can a Nation Become Stronger Just by Lying Flat and Writing a Diary? This story is set in a fictional world. Any similarities are purely coincidental. + Lu Qing, a rich kid who had transmigrated into a life of idleness, accidentally opened a website. The site seemed like a role-playing forum for occult enthusiasts, with countless users making up stories about encounters with ghosts. The most eye-catching post on the front page was a reward offer: [A reward of 100,000 yuan! Please help! I've felt cold all over and heard phantom voices ever since visiting a grave. What should I do?] The post was vivid and lifelike, as if the poster had really encountered something evil. Lu Qing had once written stories about Taoist magic, and the post made his fingers itch. He casually typed some information he'd looked up before: You sure make it sound real, OP. Didn't you know all you have to do is drink mung bean soup? Half an hour later, he heard a notification from his phone: [You've received a transfer of 100,000 yuan] This is an abnormal world. Beneath the calm surface, strange forces churn. Countless indescribable beings lurk beneath everyday tranquility, watching and waiting. Many people accidentally provoke these uncanny entities and are never able to escape them. Until one day, a mysterious master appeared out of nowhere. They say this master has connections everywhere and incredible powers. They say this master is unfathomable and eccentric. Countless celebrities offer vast fortunes just to receive a single piece of advice from the master on defying fate and changing their destiny. Yet the master is as elusive as a dragon, and no one has seen so much as a trace of them. Lu Qing: Can someone tell me why I became an occult legend in this world just by casually bluffing with the skills I picked up before I transmigrated? Theme: Perseverance