I taught immortal arts in America. After transmigrating to a world of immortal cultivation, I spent ten years struggling to reach the early stage of Qi Refining. Then, in an accident, my true body transmigrated back to Earth.
Fine, I was back, but of all places, I had to return to Brooklyn, New York.
No spiritual energy? Then I'll use the faith and gratitude of the masses to condense an idea!
No resources? Then I'll start by dealing with the street thugs!
I'll cultivate spiritual roots, teach immortal arts, and take on disciples in twenty-first-century New York's underbelly.
An unemployed MIT programmer? You're in!
A veteran driver made obsolete by rideshare apps? You're in!
Street punks? You're in!
Others cultivate immortality through talent. I do it through farming.
