In Bianjing City, my name is Shen San, a gangster who cries "filial son" for others at funerals in exchange for drinking money. My biggest dream in this life is to save enough fifty taels of silver to purchase Widow Liu's tofu shop across the street, and buy other people there as well.
But who would have thought that at a big man's funeral, I randomly picked up a purple gold gourd, just wanting to exchange it for a few taels of silver. As a result, after one sip of wine, an old monster who calls himself "The Supreme Sword God" appeared in my mind.
He scolded me for having poor bones and ambitions comparable to maggots in the toilet, yet he had to rely on me as a "scumbag" to complete what he called "unfinished ambitions."
From then on, I wanted to use his unparalleled spiritual power to peek at the devil's saint next door bathing, but he forced me to duel with the best swordsman in the world. My business started just like this under the forceful buying and selling of a "god".
