I'm Just a Filthy Beggar, Yet I've Been Dragged into Saving the World

Three years after spiritual qi revival, the old Wang next door awakened the bloodline of a divine dragon, Auntie Zhang's cat became a nine-tailed cat demon, and even the old locust tree gained sentience. Meanwhile, I, Chen Fu, was still begging beneath an overpass. It's not that I can't cultivate. I just can't be bothered. Then one day, the sky split open. Demons from beyond the realm descended. Old Wang was slapped straight into intensive care, the cat demon was left with barely a breath, and the locust tree burned to ash. I sighed and pulled a rusty cleaver from beneath my broken bowl. “I'm just a filthy beggar. You're asking me to save the world?” “Fine. Since I've been shoved into it, I might as well... get on with it.” One slash, and the sky healed, the demons were wiped out, and the world fell silent. I put away my cleaver, lay back beneath the overpass, and pushed my broken bowl forward. “Those few moves I just pulled off... could you spare me a couple of coins?”