[Western Crossover] The Superhero of Chinatown

Little Taoist Lu Shiyi suddenly learns that his late father left him a property in Chinatown and that he should hurry overseas to inherit it. He cleans up and renovates the little building into a small apartment, and not long after he puts up a rental notice, someone shows up. A tall young man from the countryside of Kansas, carrying only a little luggage, gives Lu Shiyi a bright smile. "Hello, I'm Clark Kent. Is this place for rent?" A black-haired goddess with dark circles under her eyes (and a few screws loose) puts her hands on her hips and speaks with disdain. "I am Hela, goddess of death. Are you the master of this place?" The tall, thin detective furrows his brow. He glances at Lu Shiyi, and the crease between his brows deepens twice over. "Sherlock Holmes. You are very strange. This entire street is strange." A weary old man rushes into the back courtyard with a little girl, as if fleeing for their lives. Three steel claws shoot out from his fists. "Don't make a sound. I won't hurt you. Don't call anyone. We'll be gone in a moment."

When ancient cultivation meets foreign superheroes, gods and demons can be seen drinking tea together in the little apartment every day, rich people throwing money at each other, and cultivators playing chess with mutants. This is a lighthearted slice-of-life story (with a very slow plot).

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