#Cyber-Cultivation #Smart Protagonist #Decisive and Ruthless #Red Dawn #Dystopia
During a public execution broadcast live across the entire internet, a Golden Core Ancestor who couldn’t repay his “spiritual energy loan” had his cultivation drained like a slaughtered pig by a bank employee who was only at the Qi Refining stage.
At that moment, Li Liaoyuan, crouched beneath the eaves of a slum and chewing on expired nutrition paste, saw the true nature of this world. Here, sects were multinational conglomerates, spiritual energy was a commodity billed by the second, and cultivation was no longer about defying fate and changing your life. It was about paying off your IOUs.
Beneath the neon lights of the Western Federation, Golden Core cultivators were worth less than dogs, and even Nascent Soul cultivators had to sign themselves into servitude. Under the rigid laws of the Eastern Daoist Court, powerful clans monopolized every path to advancement, leaving poor families with no hope of producing anyone of distinction. The warrior clans of the Northern Plains were bleeding, while Tianji City’s computing power reaped its harvest.
When “blessings” became an excuse to throw people into radioactive mines, and even breathing fresh air came at the cost of your dignity, Li Liaoyuan closed his yellowed notebook and drew his rusty revolver.
“They say cultivation is for the sake of immortality.” “I say it’s so this world that devours people can learn to play fair.”
This isn’t a story about a boy becoming a god. It’s the story of a lowly scavenger who lights the first flame in the steel jungle of capitalist cultivation, and keeps it burning until the entire old world is reduced to ashes.
