Lin Ye is a poor security guard with a debt of 300,000 yuan. He lives in a partition and rides a flat electric bicycle.
Until that day, a mechanical voice sounded in my head - "The spiritual pulse identification system has been successfully bound."
Appraisal of all things, exchanging exercises, and accepting tasks, he unearthed copper coins from the Tang Dynasty from the garbage heap, picked up a hundred-year-old folding fan from a street stall, punched through a sandbag and entered the door of cultivation.
Bingshan CEO Su Nian wears a thousand-year-old magic weapon ring on his hand, and has the ancestral spiritual vein sealed in his body. He has been surrounded by no one for ten years. Starting from shielding her from Mr. Zhou in the parking lot, Lin Ye stepped into the undercurrent of the urban cultivation world - the four-hundred-year-old secrets of the Shoushan family, the copper coins dropped along the way by the possessed, and the warning from the masked man of the Zhenling Division. All clues pointed to the mountain called "Lao Niubei".
