I Transmigrated to Sell Milk Tea Outside a University

In this modern world, where cultivators have to take civil service exams, report before undergoing tribulations, and get business licenses for their sects, 26-year-old unemployed shut-in Shi Yi collapsed from hunger outside a university and bound himself to the Milk Tea Cultivation System. The System's rules were simple yet absurd: sell a cup of milk tea, gain a measure of cultivation; advance one minor realm, unlock a new cultivation milk tea recipe. The catch was that he had to scrape his way from the first layer of Qi Refining all the way to the Mahayana stage before he could unlock all the privileges needed for a comeback. Shi Yi spent his last 3,000 yuan to rent a tiny, ten-square-meter shop. On opening day, he infused a little spiritual power from the first layer of Qi Refining into his milk tea. A tough guy took one sip, tore up his fine, and handed Shi Yi a banner of commendation. An undercover agent from the Special Administration took one sip, broke through on the spot, and volunteered to cover for him. From then on, a milk tea shop with a queue that always wound around three corners sprang up outside the university. There was no escaping a 12-yuan cup of Shi's Immortal Milk Tea, not for the student who needed to meet deadlines without losing her hair, the female executive stuck at the same cultivation level for three years, the sect disciple who had studied until he was bald, the exam candidate preparing to undergo tribulation, or even the thousand-year-old monster who came to wreck the place. While others cultivate by meditating, he cultivates by shaking milk tea. Keep your head down, and you win.