Selling Immortal Pills Beneath the Overpass

Lu Beixuan transmigrated and was bound to a cultivation System. But the System’s demands were outrageous: he had to cultivate under the cover of an ordinary street trade. So he squatted beneath an overpass, spread out a piece of red cloth, laid a few paper-wrapped packets on it, and shouted at the top of his lungs: “Come on over and take a look! Family-recipe strength pills! One pill gives you three days of strength!”

Nobody believed him.

That is, until the first middle-aged man brave enough to try one came back the next day, refreshed and eager to buy more; until a muscular gym-goer saw Lu Beixuan lift a twenty-kilogram dumbbell with one hand; until a delivery rider took one and completed fifty deliveries without breaking a sweat…

Lu Beixuan realized he might actually be selling immortal pills.

And this world was far more complicated than he had imagined.