Early Morning!

The bright sunlight dispels the morning mist, illuminating the quiet little courtyard.

Qin Yu stretches as he wakes up.

"What a beautiful day!"

"Once I pass the test and join the sect, another rising star will emerge in the world of cultivation. Oh ho ho ho ho..."

Today is the annual recruitment day for the Xuantian Sect, a day Qin Yu has been waiting for an entire year.

After getting dressed and packing his bag, Qin Yu grabs a packet of fried stinky tofu (a dish that smells awful but tastes delicious) and steps out of the door.

One Year Ago!

Qin Yu was still playing video games on a blue planet. After thirty consecutive losses, a surge of blood rushed to his head, and everything went black.

When he woke up again, he had transmigrated into the body of a young man.

Most of the original owner's memories were lost, but Qin Yu vaguely remembered some words like "cultivation," "sect selection," "bandits," and "severely injured"...

At first, Qin Yu thought the original owner had been foolishly obsessed with novels. But after a little investigation, his mouth was left agape.

He had actually transmigrated into a world where cultivation was possible.

In just one second, Qin Yu made cultivation his top priority.

Who could resist the allure of flying through the skies, traveling through space, and wielding a flying sword?

Most importantly, Qin Yu wanted to become an immortal and return to his blue planet to place a sword on the neck of the game designer and ask him why he suffered thirty consecutive losses.

At the time, the Xuantian Sect was recruiting new disciples. Qin Yu rushed to the sect, only to find out that the recruitment had already ended.

So, Qin Yu rented a small house in a nearby town.

He lived off his family's ancestral recipe for making stinky tofu and made a living selling it.

Qin Yu, with his backpack on, walks down the busiest street in the town.

Due to the Xuantian Sect's selection process, many new faces were in town.

Breakfast stalls were packed, and the town was bustling with activity.

Qin Yu, familiar with the place, approached a stall.

As he saw the busy shopkeeper, a text appeared in front of his eyes:

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[No Business Without Deception (D-Level)]: Naturally skilled at small business dealings, able to earn excess profits with little effort and become a well-known black market boss in the area. (Can be copied)

Qin Yu was already used to this by now.

After he transmigrated, he bound a system that allowed him to see the talents of others.

He also had one opportunity to copy a 'D-level' talent.

Talent wasn’t something everyone had; only about one in a thousand people possessed it!

Furthermore, Qin Yu believed that the system’s detection abilities weren’t always accurate.

Take the shopkeeper in front of him, for instance. The prices were fair, and she never shortchanged customers.

She had always been kind to Qin Yu, even offering him food when he first arrived in the town and had no money.

How could such a kind person be running a black market?

The system was just talking nonsense.

"Fat Aunt, one meat pastry and a bowl of tofu pudding!" Qin Yu said with a smile.

"Sure! That'll be 200 copper coins. Please sit inside!"

'What the heck? That's way too expensive!'

Qin Yu’s smile froze. He suspected he misheard—those items usually only cost two copper coins.

Fat Aunt looked up, saw Qin Yu, and immediately pulled him aside, whispering:

"Why haven't you opened your stall yet?"

"Lots of rich folks are in town today. Grab the chance to rip them off."

"Even though not many people dare eat your stinky tofu, there will always be some outsiders who want to try it."

"Even if they don’t eat, you can always recommend they buy some for their dogs. Tell them it’s the special food the spirit dogs of the Xuantian Sect love, and it increases their cultivation. Say whatever sounds good, and if you trick one, you win."

Qin Yu’s face darkened. "What do you mean feed it to dogs? This is my family’s ancestral recipe—passed down from father to son. It’s a unique formula."

Fat Aunt continued: "Today, prices in the town will go up by 100 times... no, 1000 times is fine. These rich folks have plenty of money."

"How we live next year depends on these two days."

"Stop standing there, hurry up and get your stall ready!" she urged.

Qin Yu’s smile stiffened, feeling like he’d been slapped in the face.

‘The system is really spot on!’

‘No Business Without Deception is truly terrifying!’

At that moment, Qin Yu finally understood!

Why did the merchants in this town, who normally had few customers, all look so fat and prosperous?

They were relying on these few days!

Qin Yu scratched his head. "Fat Aunt, I’m heading to the Xuantian Sect today to try my luck, so I won’t be setting up my stall today."

Fat Aunt slapped her forehead. "Oh, I completely forgot that you came to town for the recruitment!"

"Today’s meal is on me. Good luck, I hope you pass!"

"Thank you, Fat Aunt!" Qin Yu smiled.

Fat Aunt skillfully prepared a bowl of tofu pudding and handed it to him with two meat pastries, all while mumbling to herself.

"It’s a shame, another scammer leaving town today!"

Qin Yu: "...."

Qin Yu took the food and sat at a small table.

Taking a bite of the salty and spicy tofu pudding, then a bite of the fragrant meat pastry, he suddenly had an idea!

"Fat Aunt, I’ve got an idea!" Qin Yu leaned over, speaking mischievously. "Tomorrow, besides the usual salty tofu pudding, you should also make a batch of sweet tofu pudding."

"Sweet tofu pudding? What kind of nonsense is that? Who would eat tofu pudding that’s sweet?" Fat Aunt dismissed the idea.

"Exactly because no one will eat it, that’s how you make extra money!" Qin Yu grinned.

"Listen to me. From now on, whenever a customer comes, unless they specifically ask for salty tofu pudding, you serve them the sweet one!"

"After they try it, they’ll definitely not like it, but who eats meat pastries without tofu pudding? And they won’t be short of money, so they’ll almost always ask for a second bowl of salty tofu pudding. You’ll make double the money!"

Fat Aunt’s eyes immediately lit up.

"Smart young people, you really have a good head on your shoulders. Wait here, I’m going to get some sugar."

Qin Yu returned to his table, feeling extremely satisfied.

‘This is my way of thanking Fat Aunt for all the help over the past year!’

After finishing the meal, Qin Yu shouldered his bag and looked out at the horizon.

"The cultivation world, here I come! Qin Yu the Great has arrived!"