The Laid-Back Daily Life of an Otherworldly Immortal Cultivator

“I can see you're making rapid progress, and you're truly gifted. Would you join my Shenzhou Platform?”

“I'm not interested.”

It's just a dockside outfit handling logistics! My uncle worked himself to the bone there for decades and only ever became an outer-sect manager. He never married or had kids. What a miserable life!

“Your combat skills are sharp and your physique is strong. Only by joining my Hidden Sword Pavilion can you learn the way of the sword and live up to your talent as a Sword Immortal.”

“Thank you for the offer.”

Yeah, right! The Hidden Sword Pavilion has three thousand disciples and can't produce a single Sword Immortal. What happens to the rest? Most end up in sales, learning to make steel or working as blacksmiths!

“Young man, our Red Dust Sect is a place of great seclusion. We rarely take disciples. We seek the yin and yang of the Great Dao, and with a handsome face like yours, you'd be blessed to join us.”

“...I've made up my mind.”

I practice the Unbreakable Diamond Virgin Body! You're asking me to join a sect like that? You want me dead, is that it?

“Alas... This young man's Dao heart is steadfast. He is not destined to join us.”

I don't have any grand dreams in life. I just have one simple goal.

Work nine to five, get plenty of holidays, and go home for every festival. Have nothing to worry about, and still get paid while lying around!

Can you offer me that? I call it skipping straight to the finish line. If you want a comfortable life, nothing beats a government job!