In America, I’m Mr. Chen, owner of Anshiju, selling incense, candles, and feng shui ornaments that have been blessed. Every now and then, I also take on a few “private consultations” that must be kept quiet, trading a little “Eastern elixir” for the green bills and resources they offer in devout worship.
In the cultivation world, I’m Chen Ye, an inner disciple of Nirvana Peak at Yuqiong Sect, with a fire-type Earth Spiritual Root and the credentials of a first-tier, high-grade alchemist. My prospects are “limitless.” I keep a low profile, cultivate diligently, and feel deeply grateful for the “favor” shown to me by Headmaster Han Wujiu.
With my ancestral incense burner, I hop back and forth between America and the cultivation sect, buying low and selling high. I use America’s industrial marvels to crush the cultivation world’s ancient rules, and the cultivation world’s sinister arts to toy with the modern world’s steel forces.
That is, until the magical treasure in my hands fused with a nuclear warhead codenamed “Peacemaker.” Faced with a monstrous shadow descending from the heavens and a greedy mouth inside the sect, I pulled the trigger with my divine sense.
I said, “Fellow cultivators, times have changed.”
In the beginning, there were so many women that my hair didn't even grow, and they even started an arms business.
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