Tian Shu Wu Wang Lu

At 6 p.m., it's the time of day when the evening rush hour traffic is so bad that even your own mother wouldn't recognize you.

Lin Ye twisted the electric scooter, weaving in and out of the gaps between vehicles. The battery level on the dashboard was glaringly red, and the phone's navigation system was still screaming incessantly.

"You are three minutes overdue. The customer has initiated an order reminder. Please be mindful of your service attitude..."

He wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead; his T-shirt was already half-dry and half-wet from the sweat, sticking to his back and smelling sticky and stinky.

The box on the back seat, bearing the logo of the food delivery platform, contained three food orders:

A serving of spicy hot pot (without numbing sensation), a milk tea with the note "please order iced," and a braised chicken rice for overtime office workers.

"Ancestors, please be careful, don't spill, don't leak, and don't exceed the time limit..."

Lin Ye muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the road. A tattered canvas bag hung from his handrail, stuffed with a power bank, a lighter, half a pack of cheap cigarettes, and a crumpled rent overdue notice.

This is all his possessions.

In his early twenties, he had no house, no car, no savings, no partner, no connections, and no future. Every day he woke up owing money to the platform, and he couldn't even afford to pay his rent because he couldn't complete enough orders.

My phone vibrated again; it was a client calling. As soon as I answered, they launched into a tirade:

"Delivery driver, do you even know how to deliver? I'm starving! If you don't arrive soon, I'm filing a complaint and making this delivery a waste of your time!"

Lin Ye immediately adopted a tone that was humble to the core:

"Sorry, bro, the traffic up ahead is terrible. I'm driving like crazy, just two minutes, I promise I'll get it there!"

After hanging up the phone, his face instantly fell, and he muttered something under his breath:

"Hurry up, hurry up! If you're so capable, fly over and get it! These two wheels of mine aren't rockets..."

Just as he turned a corner at a traffic light, an older woman carrying a shopping basket slowly crossed the road. Lin Ye was so startled that he slammed on the brakes, and the tires screeched as they scraped the ground.

The delivery box jolted violently, and his heart clenched.

"Oh no, oh no, don't spill the spicy hot pot! If it spills, all that work for nothing..."

After finally managing to stabilize the car, the sky suddenly became frighteningly dark.

Just a moment ago it was just muggy, but now dark clouds are pressing down, and the wind is blowing, making the leaves rustle loudly, as if a downpour is about to begin.

Lin Ye looked up and cursed:

"What's going on? Is this awful weather working against me too?"

The words had barely left his mouth—

Click—!

A bolt of lightning, bright white as if it had eyes, struck straight down on the handlebars of his electric scooter!

An electric current instantly coursed through my body, causing numbness, pain, and burning sensations all at once.

Lin Ye didn't even finish his scream; the last conscious thought in his mind was:

The milk tea is still cold, the spicy hot pot is about to spill, this order is definitely going to get a bad review, and the rent is completely out of the question...

The next second, the person, the vehicle, and the delivery box were all violently pulled into a twisted darkness by a tremendous force.

"Thump—Bang!"

The impact slammed heavily onto the bluestone ground. Lin Ye felt as if all the bones in his body were dislocated, his lungs were burning with pain, and he couldn't catch his breath for a long time.

He lay on the ground, his face contorted, his first reaction not to feel pain, but to frantically reach behind him:

"My food...my food...don't spill it..."

If he spills it, he wouldn't be able to make up for it even if he ran around all day.

Lin Ye felt a sense of relief when his fingertips touched a familiar metal shell. He managed to prop himself up and looked up, only to freeze instantly.

There are no paved roads, no traffic lights, and no long lines of cars.

The view is of blue brick paving, high walls with upturned corners, flying eaves and carved beams, and in the distance, clouds and mist drift slowly among the mountains, with pavilions and towers faintly hidden among them.

Even more outrageous, two figures flashed past in mid-air, their clothes fluttering, starlight swirling beneath their feet, like something out of a fantasy drama, and then they disappeared in a flash.

Lin Ye: "???"

He turned his head blankly and looked at his surroundings.

The electric scooter was gone, and all that remained of him, besides his soaked delivery uniform, was the delivery box that had accompanied him on his daily deliveries. It sat perfectly intact to the side, even the logo was still clearly visible and shiny.

A crowd quickly gathered around.

They were all dressed in drab, coarse cloth shorts, their hair neatly tied up, and they looked at him as if he were some rare monster.

"Did this person fall from the sky?"

"His clothes are so strange, shorts and a t-shirt, and his hair is all messy. Could he be a savage from the mountains?"

"In my opinion, he is only fit to work as a lowly servant, tending the fire and sweeping the floor at the outer gate."

Odd jobs?

Spiritual root?

Outer gate?

As the words rained down on him, Lin Ye finally belatedly realized a chilling truth—

he looks like……

I was struck by lightning and traveled through time.

When others transmigrate, they are either young masters of wealthy families, or prodigies of sects, or at the very least, chosen ones with a system.

He is fine.

Wearing a sweaty delivery uniform and carrying a tattered delivery box, his spiritual roots were so bad that he was publicly despised. He was immediately locked into the role of a low-level handyman from the start.

Lin Ye stiffly reached out and lifted the lid of the takeout box.

A warm, slightly spicy aroma wafted out.

The spicy hot pot didn't spill.

The braised chicken and rice were neatly arranged.

Even the milk tea was slightly chilly.

A group of young men in ancient costumes craned their necks to peer inside, their faces full of curiosity:

"What kind of food is in this box? It smells rather strange."

"This broth is bright red, it looks scary, is it even edible?"

Lin Ye looked at the box of takeout orders, then at the group of people in ancient costumes in front of him, and then thought about the rent he hadn't paid, the orders he hadn't finished, and the tomorrow he hadn't survived.

A sense of absurdity welled up from within me, and it rushed straight to my head.

He sat on the ground, hugging the delivery box, and almost burst into tears.

"I'm just a food delivery person..."

"What did I do to deserve this...?"

"A bad review is fine, a complaint is fine, but did you have to send me to this godforsaken place...?"

A boy with a pointed face and monkey-like cheeks saw his pathetic appearance and immediately sneered, raising his foot to kick him.

"Where did this madman come from, crying and wailing at the entrance of Lingxiao Pavilion? What bad luck!"

Before his feet even touched the hem of Lin Ye's clothes.

Lin Ye suddenly looked up, his eyes widening with a fierce intensity born from years of hardship and being driven to the brink of despair.

Over the years of delivering food, he's become quite adept at arguing, bickering, and dealing with unreasonable customers.

"Why don't you try moving?"

"I was just struck by lightning and I'm furious with nowhere to vent. If you dare kick me, I'll show you today that even delivery drivers are afraid of themselves when they go crazy."

The boy, startled by his shout, instinctively pulled his foot back and hesitated to step forward.

Just then, a sudden "buzz" sounded in Lin Ye's mind, and a piece of ancient and profound text exploded out of thin air.

[The Record of the Unerring Truth of the Heavenly Pivot, First Level—]

With a mind free of delusions, the body becomes as firm as a rock, and the Way is naturally achieved.

Lin Ye was stunned.

The next moment, a faint but clear warm current slowly flowed through my limbs and bones.

My body, which had been aching from the fall, suddenly felt much lighter.

He looked down at his hands, then at the unfamiliar world of cultivation before him, and a wry smile slowly spread across his lips.

Row.

So be it, I'll time travel.

It's just a menial job.

If your spiritual root is rotten, then so be it.

At worst, I'll treat cultivating immortality like delivering takeout.

Running step by step, enduring one order at a time.

He refused to believe that a working-class person who could endure 996 work schedules, bad reviews, and rent couldn't understand how to navigate the shabby world of cultivation.