Found a Cultivation Chip in a Junkyard
> My job is repairing discarded prosthetic parts.
> In this city where cyberpunk and cultivation intersect, I make a living thanks to a strange condition that makes me allergic to metal.
> Then one night, I found a chip covered in unknown runes in a pile of trash.
> It burned my palm, but for the first time, I could see the paths along which spiritual energy flowed.
> The corporation’s armed forces dropped from the sky, laser sights tearing through the night.
> I hid behind the wreckage of a scrapped mech and used a wrench to deflect a fatal blow.
> “Hand over the chip!” The captain sneered, raising a fully charged particle cannon.
> Just as the beam was about to swallow me, a figure descended from the sky.
> “Who dares lay a hand on the successor of the Xuantian Sect?”
> The young woman’s long blade cut through the neon, its flash illuminating the faint dragon pattern on her sleeve.
