Xuan Chen, an ancient alchemy master who has lived for two thousand years, has come down from the mountain.
He has no spirit stones, no disciples, and only three nearly expired Rejuvenation Pills in his pocket.
Su Qing, a down-on-her-luck MCN agency boss, fishes him out of a foul ditch and asks what he can do.
Xuan Chen glances at the pimples on her chin. “This is a sign of pent-up liver fire. One pill will take care of it.”
Half-convinced, Su Qing dissolves half a Rejuvenation Pill in water and puts it up for sale in her livestream.
It sells out in three seconds.
The whole internet begs her to stream again.
A rival agency boss offers 500,000 yuan for the recipe. Xuan Chen takes one look at his face. “You have less than three years to live. What use is money to you?”
Later, the whole internet is asking: Who exactly is that long-haired man in a tracksuit who makes pills?!
Xuan Chen stands with his hands behind his back. “I am Xuan Chen, a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcendence stage. I make pills live, and I do not sell on credit.”
