I woke up to find I'd become the only cultivator in this steel metropolis?
While my coworkers were caught up in the rat race over KPIs, I was absorbing the essence of the sun and moon on the rooftop of a thousand-meter skyscraper! While the rich flaunted their luxury cars and yachts, I was flying on my sword, with the city's neon lights beneath my feet!
Spiritual energy is returning to this world, and demons and monsters are secretly running rampant. Too bad everyone is on the wrong path!
Technological mutations? Superpowers awakening? All crooked nonsense! I'm the only one who possesses the sole orthodox immortal art, capable of absorbing the energy of heaven and earth. That's what you call a crushing advantage!
I wanted to cultivate in peace, but my power just wouldn't let me!
First, I refined the “Overtime Ghost,” born from the resentment of 996 work schedules, into a super-nourishing pill. Then a special department armed with modern weapons came knocking, looking at me with awe and fear. “Master, please, we beg you, come out of retirement!”
What? A ten-million-yuan reward for resolving an S-rank paranormal incident, plus a mountainside villa brimming with spiritual energy?
Well, I guess I can quit this job!
From then on, I became the nation's secret trump card and the lifesaving immortal the wealthy begged for help. The terrifying evil spirits that others saw as capable of destroying the world were, in my eyes, perfect materials for sharpening my new flying sword! Hair loss and insomnia troubling the richest of the rich? One “Calming Pill” I whipped up on a whim would cure them completely!
But when sleeping myths began to awaken and foreign gods turned their eyes to this land, I sighed:
Looks like I'll have to carry this generation of mortals to victory, and the gods too!
