In this sinful city where neon lights and flying swords intersect, cultivating immortals is the exclusive preserve of plutocrats, and mortals are just consumables.
Su Yan, the most inconspicuous file organizer of the Federal Public Security Bureau, drank low-quality nutrient solution every day and read through the dust-covered "missing cases".
No one knows that he is a genius sword cultivator who died a hundred years ago, and no one knows that there is a [Balance of Cause and Effect] suspended in his mind that can measure all things.
"The eldest son of the Shen family owes thirty-six lives, and the price is: the value of the soul will be devalued, and the defense will be reduced to zero."
Su Yan pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and clicked lightly with his fingertips.
The next second, the arrogant eldest son of the Shen family, surrounded by heavy mecha guards, disintegrated inexplicably and turned into a puddle of data residue.
"I don't talk about the law, I just talk about settling accounts."
When he paid for "three years of taste" in exchange for the causal sword energy that could cut off the city, the underlying logic of the entire cyber world trembled.
This is the story of a man who uses the most rational way to find justice in this crazy world.
