Daoist, Please Be Reasonable

Zhao Xing, logistics team leader in the frontier star region of the Federation, believes in only three things: forms, procedures, and "this doesn't comply with regulations." His daily routine involves inventory checks, monthly reports, bickering with AI Lao Zhou, and occasionally delivering supplies to outposts. His career ambition is modest: to increase his department's material turnover efficiency by two percentage points before retirement. That is, until his supply ship crashes into the Lingtian Continent. He can't fly on a sword, doesn't understand alchemy or tribulation transcendence. Faced with ancient monsters who have lived for millennia, Zhao Xing's only reaction is to pull out a "Temporary Visitor Registration Form" and ask them to sign it. The elders of Tianheng Sect have seen all kinds of human evolution paths—tribulation transcendence, ascension, and 108 other methods—but never someone who, when besieged by the Blood Fiend Sect, says: "The attack category is not filled in; it is not recognized." Zhao Xing is in no hurry. He begins to implement a new management system in the cultivation world: mergers of sects require due diligence, duels must be booked in advance with venue insurance, and tribulation transcendence requires a "Heavenly Tribulation Impact Assessment Report." The entire Lingtian Continent goes mad. Who really makes the rules in this world?