Fellow Daoist, Let's Be Reasonable

Zhao Xing, logistics team leader in a remote sector of the Federation, believes in only three things: forms, procedures, and "That doesn't comply with regulations."

His daily routine consists of taking inventory, filling out monthly reports, bantering with the AI Lao Zhou, and occasionally delivering supplies to a remote outpost. His career ambition is simple: improve his department's material turnover efficiency by two percentage points before retirement.

Until his supply ship crashed straight into the Ling Tian Continent.

He can't fly a sword. He doesn't know how to refine pills or survive tribulation. Faced with a land full of ancient monsters who have lived for thousands of years, Zhao Xing's only response is to pull out a Temporary Visitor Registration Form for Outsiders and ask them to sign it.

The elders of Tianheng Sect have seen people undergo tribulation, ascend to immortality, and follow 108 different paths of human evolution, but never someone whose first words while being besieged by the Blood Fiend Sect were: "The nature of the attack has not been specified. It cannot be recognized."

Zhao Xing isn't worried. He starts introducing an entirely new management system to the cultivation world: sect mergers require due diligence, magical duels must be booked in advance and come with venue insurance, and tribulation requires submitting a Heavenly Tribulation Impact Assessment Report...

The entire Ling Tian Continent goes mad. Who, exactly, gets to decide the rules of this world?