After graduating, Nan Qiao returned to his hometown to start a business, and unexpectedly took over a cultivation training institute.
According to the System, he had to make it prosper. The goal was to train cultivators who excelled in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and hard work.
Nan Qiao: It's 2033, and you're telling me people can cultivate immortality?
We're in the Age of Declining Dharma. System, wake up, will you?
And look at this place: a blind receptionist, a hard-of-hearing lecturer, an intellectually disabled administrator, and a lame guard dog at the entrance.
How am I supposed to make this place prosper? Promote the traditional Chinese virtues of respecting the elderly and caring for the young?
Damn it!
The cultivation training institute hadn't had a single customer in six months. To keep a houseful of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people, plus a dog, fed, Nan Qiao had no choice but to take on odd jobs.
He delivered food by day and drove people home at night, working diligently.
After finally saving enough for a down payment on an electric scooter, he could at last see a little hope for the future.
Then the apocalypse arrived.
Blood rained from the sky, and countless pollutants descended upon the world.
People fled their homes and poured into shelters.
But Nan Qiao chose to go against the tide.
He had no choice. Without him, how could that houseful of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people, along with the dog, survive the apocalypse?
But no one had ever told him that the cultivation training institute was real.
Nan Qiao: "Seriously, the apocalypse hits and every one of you is either riding a sword, flying through the air, or sprouting wings, while I'm the only one flooring the throttle on my electric scooter so hard it's throwing sparks."
"I'm really about to lose my temper!!!"
At first, Nan Qiao thought he was the only normal person at the cultivation training institute.
Later, he realized that he really was the only normal person there!
Theme:
I Picked Up Junk at the Scrap Yard and Became a God
Reborn, I Broke My Own Fated Sword
The Top-Tier Star and the CEO Fight Over Me [Showbiz]
The Eastern Palace's Hidden Beauty
I Just Wanted to Stay Alive, but Became the Immortal Venerable's Beloved
The Cultivation Game I Played Became Reality
My Uncle Is the Sword Immortal of the Cultivation World