After failing to overcome the tribulation, Su Fuyao, the Xuanqing Immortal Lord who was above the Nine Heavens, opened his eyes and turned into a pitiful little person who was pissed to death in the modern city.
Living alone, penniless, and also comes with a three-piece set of a weird roommate, a green tea bestie, and the best ex?
Su Fuyao counted with his fingers and found that the spiritual energy in this world was thin and the mortals were weak. It was simply a poverty-stricken area in the world of immortality.
As a result, Tangtang Xianzun was forced to start the road of "going down to earth to help the poor" in modern cities.
Short of money? Just draw a talisman and all diseases will disappear. Rich people wave their checks and ask for help.
In case of weakness? With a snap of his fingers, the bully gangster cried and called his ancestors.
However, on the road to poverty alleviation, there is always a CEO with facial paralysis following behind.
"Miss Su, I have another cold syndrome."
Su Fuyao looked at the vaguely familiar aura in his body and narrowed her eyes slightly: "The diagnosis fee, please tie it up."
The man handed over a black card: "Swipe whatever you want."
"I don't want scrap metal like this," Su Fuyao said with a look of disgust, "Bring that heirloom jade from your house, I can use it to prop up the table legs."
From then on, the all-powerful CEO of the Qin family lived a miserable (satisfied) life of doing odd jobs for the boss, handing in his salary, and working part-time as a bed warmer (in one opinion).
