Cultivation: Merging with Heartsteel from the Start

Su Ming has been in this world for twenty-two years, but no one knows what the little stall owner's past was like. His hands are crippled, his eyes downcast. He runs a small stall called "Chaos" in town, neither saving his earnings to marry a wife nor spending them on anything but liquor.

Another year, another bitterly cold winter with heavy snow. The cotton in his thin jacket has begun to clump. Colder than this freezing winter is the human heart.

Looking at his overturned stall, Su Ming forced a painful smile.

If you brought me to this world, why make me suffer so much?

Fine, I'm done playing.

Su Ming watched snowflakes drift into his drafty room. Even matches couldn't keep out the cold. Soaking his hands in medicinal liquor for so long hadn't healed them. Today was his birthday, wasn't it? He arrived in this world on his twenty-second birthday, and now it was time to **.

"Conditions met. Heartsteel integration complete."

Su Ming: ????

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.