All the Lodgers in My House Are Wuxia NPCs

Other people spend money and grind levels in games. I just collect rent and lie my way to becoming the number one martial artist in the world. My name is Wang Xiaohua. I’m an unemployed game-playing service provider, living at home, and I inherited a rundown apartment where the walls shed paint faster than a person sheds dandruff. I thought I'd spend the rest of my life doing odd jobs to pay off my Huabei balance, until one night a big fool in coarse ancient robes smashed through my 3,000-yuan security door with one palm strike. He said his name was Guo Jing. He'd been chasing a hare in the game, then looked up and found himself in my apartment building's hallway. Next, Huang Rong showed up with her dog-beating staff, convinced I'd kidnapped her dear Jing-gege. Li Xunhuan came by with his flying knives to borrow some wine, and used one to open my beer bottle. Lu Xiaofeng became the property security guard, sporting four eyebrows, and used his One-Finger-Snap technique to catch flies and thieves. Chu Liuxiang climbed through my window in the middle of the night just to steal a bag of chips, then left a roast duck as thanks. Hong Qigong refused to leave my sofa. One roast duck a day was all it took to get every Beggars' Guild NPC on the server to follow my orders. It turned out that the server for Jianghu Unlimited, the world's hottest martial arts MMORPG, had crashed, and the NPCs had overflowed into reality. And I'm the only person in the world who can sign rental contracts with them and see their affection panels. From then on, I started a whole new life!