I traveled through time and became a handyman in the logistics department of the Xianxia world.
His monthly salary was three spiritual stones, but he was deducted two and a half yuan.
Until one day, the leader took the money and ran away, leaving me with a leader order.
"The sect belongs to you, and you still have a foreign debt of 30 million spiritual stones."
Looking at the leaky roof and the disciples asking for wages, I decided to start a new business.
"Fairy and Demon Express, the mission will be fulfilled! The same hidden weapon as the Demon Lord, free shipping, dear~"
Later, the prince of the demon world worked as a customer service person at my house, and the elder Jianxian delivered goods live.
And that demon king who always defaults on his debts is turning into a fox nesting in my arms:
"Madam, can you pay for the freight this time?"
The entire world of cultivation knows that the poorest immortal sect has made a fortune from sand sculptures.
The battle between immortals and demons?
No, we only have fraternity games.
Intent: To deconstruct tradition with sand sculpture wisdom in a desperate situation, break down the barriers between fairies and demons with daily alliances of "not doing business properly", and prove that the answers to love and survival are often hidden in the most absurd attempts.