Slacking Off Makes Me Stronger, You Want Me to Grind?

Slacking Off Makes Me Stronger, You Want Me to Grind? I, Jiang Chen, just choked to death on a bun, and the next moment I transmigrated to a cultivation world. Good news: I was reborn as the young master of a top immortal sect, with immense wealth and countless resources. Bad news: This damn place is full of cutthroat competition—if you don't cultivate, you get mocked; if you don't work hard, you get dumped. Even worse news: As soon as I opened my eyes, I was forced to participate in the newborn talent contest. I immediately bound the [Slacking System], where I get stronger just by sleeping. So, while other geniuses stay up late meditating, I'm snoring away. While fellow disciples desperately seek enlightenment, I'm snoring away. While the entire sect fights tooth and nail for secret realm spots... I fucking fell asleep right in the arena. Everyone laughs at me as the sect's number one loser. Until the Demon Lord descends, sends the top disciple flying with one palm, and is about to wipe out my entire family. I'm forced awake from a sweet dream, yawn, and casually wave my hand. "So noisy, can't you see I'm sleeping?" The Demon Lord, dead. The entire cultivation world: ??? What about being a loser?! — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Slacking Off Makes Me Stronger, You Want Me to Grind? — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠