My Core is the Boss

Fighting God Tower was located within a mountain range in Fenghai City. The mountain's name had now been changed to Fighting God Mountain. The forty-story tower stood in stark contrast to the surrounding mountains and forests.

Said tower had originally been Fenghai City's most prosperous skyscraper, standing in the city center. However, the Fighting God Sect's ancestor took a liking to it and moved the entire building to Fighting God Mountain, where it became the sect's base on Arch Star.

This feat had even been livestreamed, watched by countless netizens who shouted, "666." As a result, the Fighting God Sect became the most prominent sect in Qin Yuan. No other sect could match its flamboyance. Endless streams of people would come daily to seek admission into the sect.

Even now, lines of prospective disciples stretched ceaselessly along Fighting God Mountain.

Shen Yang stood inside Fighting God Tower like a lackey, dressed in faded clothes washed pale with age. Whenever someone approached, he unconsciously bent his waist. It was a habit cultivated over many years of hardship in society.

An arrogant, prideful cultivator declared, "Your talent is utterly average, barely lower grade. You failed the entrance examination."

Shen Yang was bitter. "Thank you, Immortal Elder, for informing me."

He had spent several hundred dollars just to travel to Fenghai City and had been lining up since last night, yet this was the result. One could only imagine how distressed he was. It seemed he truly was worthless. Not only did he lack any talent for business, but he also lacked talent for cultivation. His life held no hope whatsoever.

"However..." The cultivator abruptly shifted his tone. "A senior brother has taken a liking to you. He likes how hardworking you are and is willing to let you become his sword slave."

Shen Yang gritted his teeth, his expression shifting. "Sword slave?"

The title was self-explanatory enough. Their status was comparable to servant disciples. No one would care even if their master killed them.

The cultivator went on. "Such an opportunity won't come twice. With your talent, you won’t even qualify as a servant disciple in other sects. Senior Brother is only giving you this chance because he feels an affinity with you."

In truth, most of his words were lies. Shen Yang's talent had met the Fighting God Sect's entrance standards. However, that senior brother had taken a fancy to him and found a deacon, which led to the current scene. The cultivator had deliberately falsified Shen Yang's aptitude so he would become that Senior Brother's servant disciple.

Shen Yang looked back on his aging parents and his hopeless life. "I—"

The cultivator seemed to have him completely figured out. "Now, now, don’t rush. Becoming a sword slave isn’t so simple either. Considering your lack of talent, you’ll have to donate one million dollars. Don’t let the number intimidate you. Once you become a cultivator, you'll earn it back in a year.

"Judging by your appearance, you probably don't have much money, but surely you own a house in the city? Sell the house and invest in cultivation. It's absolutely a guaranteed profit."

After all, he had used this scheme several times already, with unfailing success. The rich did not lack one million. The middle class would grit their teeth. As for the poor, they would smash pots and sell iron just to let their children advance.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yang's expression turned resolute. "Sorry, I don't have money. Forget it. Looks like I simply have no affinity with immortal cultivation."

He was willing to negotiate on almost anything, except money. Never mind whether he even had a million. Whatever money he had left was reserved for his parents' retirement.

The immortal path was laden with danger. If he spent a million merely for his own pleasure and then died, what would happen to his parents? They wouldn't even have retirement money left.

The cultivator froze. "Shen Yang, you'd better think carefully. You won't get another chance like this in the future. You and immortal cultivation will be completely severed."

He answered in a straightforward manner, "I've already thought it through."

The cultivator's gaze gleamed murderously. Since that was the case, Shen Yang could not leave the Fighting God Sect alive! After all, if Shen Yang went to another sect for aptitude testing and exposed what happened here, that would be troublesome.

The cultivator sighed while casually patting Shen Yang on the shoulder. "Looks like you truly have no fate with my sect."

A special fragrance latched onto Shen Yang, marking him. The cultivator would kill him once he had gone farther away. With how huge his sect was, even if a few people turned up dead, the sect would cover it up.

After parting with the cultivator, Shen Yang dejectedly walked out of Fighting God Tower. The sunlight outside was especially blinding. Holding his phone, he prepared to book a return ticket. If he hurried, he could still make it back today to deliver afternoon and evening takeout orders. Any money he could earn was worth earning.

Yet the moment he unlocked his phone, he saw a video notification. When he opened it, he froze.

A mechanical voice resounded, carrying a strange emotional appeal.

「Do you lack love?」

「Do you lack care?」

「Have you gone a very long time without seeing your grandfather or your grandmother?」

Shen Yang also thought of his own grandparents. Only, they had both passed away when he was very young.

「Today, you are no longer alone.」

「Grandpa Delivery Net grand opening special! Anyone participating in our #GrandpaDelivery event, who meets the requirements, can receive one or more grandfathers or grandmothers. If you fail to meet the requirements, Grandpa Delivery Net won’t be stingy and will generously call you 'grandson' or 'granddaughter'...」

Shen Yang found it inexplicable, even suspecting someone was playing a prank. But when he heard the words "grandson" and "granddaughter," his expression abruptly changed. The voice was all too familiar!

"Isn't this him?!"

Nearly a year ago, Shen Yang had come across an account that supposedly belonged to a cultivator. That cultivator had even uploaded a video and well, three marriage certificates. There had also been the man's voice, saying only one simple sentence, "We got married."

At the time, Shen Yang had followed that account and even spent a huge amount tipping it, mustering his courage to leave a comment. Sadly, there had never been any response. Still, since he had watched that video no fewer than a hundred times, he recognized the young male voice better than anyone.

His heartbeat accelerated. He hurriedly opened other apps, wanting to search for "Grandpa Delivery Net," only to find notices proclaiming "Grandpa Delivery Net is now online" on every major app and platform—even in game splash-screen ads.

He gasped. "This!"

The trending searches everywhere were also filled with news about "Grandpa Delivery Net Launch." The young people seeking admission into the Fighting God Sect had evidently seen the information as well, as discussions erupted all around.

"Hey, what the hell is this Grandpa Delivery Net? Some hacker prank?"

"Giving away grandpas? That's hilarious."

"This is so bizarre."

"Qin Yuan Channel One is even broadcasting it. Has the world finally gone insane exactly the way I imagined?"

"Isn't this just taking advantage of us?"

"What do they mean by giving away grandpas and grandmas?"

"Feels suspicious. They even want us to mail our blood over. Could this be aliens collecting our genes?"

"I think one of the old geezers from the Seven Martial Stars got sick and needs blood matching, so they're collecting blood types from all over the world! Otherwise, with how stingy this country is, why would they suddenly subsidize us five hundred bucks?"

"So the higher-ups finally stopped pretending."

The moment Grandpa Delivery Net launched, discussions exploded everywhere. Countless guesses and doubts arose. No one knew what this thing actually was.

Shen Yang held his phone, his heart shaken. He vaguely felt this was an opportunity. After all, the cultivator he had followed back then had existed even before the Three Worlds descended.

Above all, judging from that person's few words and actions, Shen Yang felt that he wasn’t some evil guy. Maybe. Probably. Otherwise, after his cultivation technique was sold, would he have thoughtfully announced that it had been sold?

The thought arose in Shen Yang's heart. Should I give it a try?

It wasn't like the site demanded one million to make him a sword slave. The worst that could happen was losing his life; the best was gaining a chance to step onto the immortal path.