In his previous life, Qin Zong was a Nascent Soul sword cultivator. When he was undergoing tribulation, he crashed into a rift in spacetime. When he woke up, he had become a food delivery rider in Nanling City.
He’d lost all his cultivation, was two months behind on rent, and had 87.5 yuan in his bank account. His fiancée was a female CEO who drove a Mercedes-Benz. She showed up every week with health supplements, pressuring him to marry her.
There was a broken spiritual leyline underground.
Qin Zong swung onto his electric scooter and glanced at the navigation. “I’ll do my deliveries first, then cultivate. I can take my time rebuilding my cultivation, but I can’t deliver today’s food late.”
