They Are All Borrowing from the East Wind. How Come Your East Wind Has Mushroom Clouds?

As soon as electronic engineer Ye Zhen opened his eyes, he became a talisman master at the bottom of the cultivation world. His hut leaked, he was in debt, and he would starve to death in three days. Until the system was bound, he suddenly felt something: Cultivation? Isn't it just a matter of changing the track to do the project? The thugs kicked in the door to collect debts? The loser who didn't wait to kneel down and beg for mercy only saw one hundred thousand "Basic Fireball Symbol Arrays" printed on the assembly line and with their own circuit wiring, glowing red in the dark. "Only wholesale, no retail, no credit." A sect competition to discuss Taoism? Ye Zhen carried Gatling, who was glowing with aura, and the barrel of the gun rotated faster than the Falun. "Ballistics are also Tao, marksmanship is also Dharma, all living beings are equal to Gatling, and one breath lasts three thousand and six revolutions." Being asked to have a sword fight? Ye Zi took out two unknown metal plates overnight and placed them on his opponent's path. "They say I don't have martial ethics, so why isn't the broadsword a sword?"