An Improper Cultivator's Diary

Chen An had just graduated from college and stepped out of the school gates when, by sheer chance, he passed an online interview with the Daoist Finance Company. The company was on a dilapidated old street, with a peeling wooden door, a crooked signboard, and a huge dog hole in the door that had clearly been gnawed open... Suspecting a scam, Chen An arrived with a pounding heart and worked up the courage to go in. In the end, he managed to get hired and gained a group of strange, expectant “colleagues.” A rabbit that could talk and looked like a dog. The W-Double-U Rabbit blushed shyly, wiggling its bottom while its little tail wagged nonstop. “Oh, stop it! I’m not cute at all. I’m a divine beast. I’m fierce!” A wild-haired figure with just one head, a metallic sheen, and a striking resemblance to a Transformers sword. It spoke in the stiff, dubbed style of a certain channel: “Don’t think they’re birth-control devices. Actually... they’re protective shields. You just have to chant the spell: ‘Bankai.’” A bald junior master-uncle who had abandoned Buddhism for Daoism, with a split personality and a terrible memory. His young, innocent face, like a little sprout, was solemn as he said, “Nephew-disciple, make sure you memorize my method and sequence for refining pills. Don’t make a single mistake. The consequences would be serious.” The next second. “Huh? Fellow Daoist, who are you? Why is there a pill furnace here? Be careful. If you’re careless while refining pills, you could...” Boom! The explosion thundered! Through the smoke, the junior master-uncle’s silhouette grew taller and taller. His muscles swelled like coiling dragons, bursting through his Daoist robe, while two bloodthirsty, violent red glints flashed in his eyes.