Dao of the Dead End

Li Wei died at his desk at 2:47 AM. Thirty-one years old, senior accountant, heart attack. His last thought was about an expense report. He woke up in the body of an outer disciple of the Azure Phoenix Sect — the kind of cannon fodder that dies in chapter three of every cultivation novel he'd ever read. But Li Wei wasn't worried about the murder-happy inner disciples, the impossible cultivation techniques, or the sect-destroying tournament arc that was clearly approaching. He was worried about the books. Because according to his new [Celestial Audit System], the Azure Phoenix Sect was hemorrhaging spirit stones. The alchemy division was laundering resources. The elder council's "cultivation retreats" were embezzlement. And the sect's legendary "ten-thousand-year foundation" was about three months from bankruptcy. In a world where power meant everything, Li Wei had something more dangerous than a legendary bloodline or a heaven-defying technique. He had a spreadsheet. --- Updates: Daily (Mon-Fri) | Genre: Cultivation x Comedy x Anti-Trope | Content: No harem, no edgelord MC, just forensic accounting applied to magical fraud.