I owe 40,000 yuan, failed the postgraduate entrance examination, and my girlfriend ran away.
This is me, Lin Yuan, a standard social waste.
Until I returned to my hometown and dug out the tattered book left by my grandfather.
Refining Qi, building foundation, flying with sword?
I thought the old man had Alzheimer's disease until a pill sold for 30 million.
Now, the richest man in Jiangcheng has to bow when he sees me, and the head of Xuanyin Sect kneels down and begs me to let him go.
Someone asked me: What realm are you in?
I smiled: Fifth level of Qi refining.
The other party breathed a sigh of relief.
I added: It's enough to beat you to death.
