Making It in the West as a Dark Cultivator

Qi Yiwu's greatest moment: He spent 648 on a game and scored the divine martial art, the Five Aggregates Taotie Profound Scripture! His lowest moment: The very next second, a truck sent him crashing into a parallel universe! The good news: He didn't die, and his soul transmigrated into the body of a young Chinese man with the same name! The bad news: The original owner was a bottom-rung wage slave with dead parents, two jobs, and a recent beating after being robbed. His pockets were emptier than his face. Hell from the start? Qi Wu wasn't worried! Look at those greenbelts, lush and verdant, a perfect place to cultivate the Taotie divine art! Look at those coworkers and bosses, full of emotions and prime leeks to nourish the phantom of the demonic Buddha! And what about the vampire supervisor who drops by at midnight to show some love (by delivering blood essence)? What a neighbor! And so, the city of Nuren gradually took a strange turn. While others cultivated with talent, Qi Wu cultivated through "crowdfunding": siphoning some coworkers' anger today, chewing on roadside weeds tomorrow, and occasionally receiving generous blood donations from a kindly vampire auntie! Qi Wu: "The way I get stronger might be a little abstract, but it works like a charm!" "Auntie Mary, donating blood is a boundless merit. Remember to bring a drink next time, or it gets a little dry!" "Hey, demon bro up ahead, hold up! You look full of vitality and emotionally unstable. How about a free 'anger management and blood recycling' package?"