"And what do you know about harmonizing?" Xiao Yue looked at him as if he had just spit on her ancestor's grave.
"Me? I'm the CEO of the Inner Dao. I have a Master's in Spiritual Synergy and a triple Ph.D. in Multitasking Cultivation, with honors in 'Qi Optimization Under Pressure.' Should I show you my resume, or would you prefer a PowerPoint presentation on my celestial achievements?"
Kenji Tanaka was a Japanese CEO with the soul of a spreadsheet: cold, analytical, and completely allergic to improvisation. He died like any good executive: from an excess of meetings.
Now, he's Lian, a nobody in a world of cultivators, dragons, absurd sects, and spiritual manuals that take ten lifetimes to read.
Martial talent? Zero. Ability to shatter mountains with a single blow? Nil. A master plan to turn chaos into a celestial startup, KPIs and all? Absolutely.
They are the unstoppable force.
He is the guy with the plan, the tea, and the to-do list.
While his harem of martial geniuses smashes armies as if they were piñatas, Lian optimizes formations, improves techniques, manages internal conflicts, and turns alchemy into a production line.
He doesn't fight, he doesn't scream, he doesn't cultivate like a madman. He outsources the violence.
Because cultivating like crazy is optional, but leading with efficiency is mandatory.
