Fairy, Please Wait—I'm Really Not a Bootlicker

"Sigh, whatever, I'll just go for it—what's a bit of shame compared to the path of cultivation when you have no resources!"

In the bustling Qingshan Market, Cao Xuan stood on the crowded street, his face twisted with indecision.

Cao Xuan had once been a model nine-to-nine office worker in his previous life. Overtime until the early hours, he was hit by a dump truck, only to wake up in the world of cultivation.

…

In the blink of an eye, two and a half years had passed since Cao Xuan transmigrated to the cultivation realm.

He had thought, being a transmigrator, perhaps he was a natural-born talent for cultivation. Yet after all his efforts, he barely managed to break through to the third level of Qi Refining—a low-tier cultivator at best.

Three days earlier, in the Transmission Hall of Azure Cloud Sect.

“Cao Xuan, there is a rule in Azure Cloud Sect: if you do not reach the fourth level of Qi Refining within three years, you will be expelled from the sect. Take care of yourself!”

The cold words of the Transmission Hall Protector made it clear—cultivation sects were no iron rice bowl. There was always a culling.

“Damn it, with my talent and no resources, even if I never do sect tasks and just cultivate in seclusion every day, I still couldn’t break through to the fourth level within half a year!” Cao Xuan felt a wave of despair. The Cao family he was born into was a family of mortals established by former outer disciples of Azure Cloud Sect after they left the sect.

Usually, they did errands an