Forty thousand in debt, failed the graduate school entrance exam, and my girlfriend ran off.
That’s me, Lin Yuan, a textbook social failure.
Until I went back to my hometown and dug out the battered book my grandfather left behind.
Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, flying on a sword?
I thought the old man had gone senile, until I sold a pill for thirty million.
Now, the richest man in Jiangcheng bows to me, and the sect leader of the Xuanyin Sect kneels and begs me to spare him.
Someone asked me, “What cultivation level are you, exactly?”
I smiled. “Fifth layer of Qi Refining.”
They breathed a sigh of relief.
I added, “That’s enough to beat the crap out of all of you.”
