[No wild flights of fancy + Traditional supernatural tales + Slow-paced + Spiritual Qi Revival + Everyday urban life]
Unable to find a job, Qi Yu unexpectedly awakens an inheritance of alchemy.
“Hard-Earned Cash, Bright Lifespan, Eight Immortals' Rice, Sweet Rain Water, Minor Ailment Pills, Fated Match Threads...”
Countless wondrous pill recipes appear in his mind.
Old Daoist: “These pill recipes have all been lost. How did you learn them?”
Me: “They're all lost? I've still got eighty more...”
Fellow disciple: “Hey, why are the pills you made different from mine?”
Me: “Oh, I think the pills I make can level up...”
Cultivation world: “Why can people cultivate in modern society again?”
Me: “I think my alchemy can trigger a spiritual qi revival...”
The supernatural world: “You smell delicious. If I eat you, I'll become immortal. I'm going to eat you!”
Me: “N-no, don't eat me... Or I'll beat you to death!”
In the end, a classmate asks me, “How much do you earn a month?”
Me: “Only about ten or twenty thousand... ten thousand.”
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