Found a cultivator chip in the garbage dump
>My job is to repair discarded prosthetic parts.
>In this city where cyberpunk and the world of immortality intersect, I make a living by suffering from the strange disease of metal allergy.
>Until that night, I picked up a chip engraved with unknown runes in the trash.
>It burned my palms, but for the first time I could see clearly the flow of spiritual energy.
>Corporate armed forces descend from the sky, laser gun muzzles tearing the night sky apart.
>I hid behind the wreckage of the scrapped mecha and used my wrench to deflect the fatal blow.
>"Hand over the chip!" The captain sneered and raised the fully charged particle cannon.
>Just when the beam was about to swallow me, a figure fell from the sky.
>"Who dares to touch the inheritor of my Xuantian Sect?"
>The long knife in the girl's hand cut through the neon light, and the light of the knife illuminated the looming dragon pattern on her sleeves.
