Before ascending, the Venerable Ember of the cultivation world was betrayed by his dao companion and disciple. When he opened his eyes, he had become a poor night-market vendor in the modern world, thirty thousand yuan in debt and with just seven yuan and thirty cents in his pocket.
His cultivation was intact, though his spirit had suffered a minor injury. But that was fine. The most powerful "experts" in this dump barely measured up to the foot-washing water from his past life.
The Venerable Ember decided to keep a low profile: set up a stall, pay off his debts, and get used to this new world full of metal lumps on rails.
But trouble kept finding him. When the loan sharks came, he sent them packing with a bowl of fried noodles. When the female director of the Suppression Bureau came, he played dumb. When a wealthy heiress showed up, a single look sent her entire clan running. And Hong Jie from the neighboring alley blocked his stall with a bottle of liquor, insisting on buying him a drink.
The Venerable Ember was exasperated. I just want to quietly pay off a loan shark.
How did I end up with a pile of love debts before I even paid off my money debts?
