A Migrant Worker Stuck in the World of Cultivation

The rules of the shanty town are simple: Cleanliness is a lamp, and the lamp will be smelled; Poverty is skin, and skin can withstand knives. Jiang Che traveled through time and became a casual cultivator at the bottom of the third level of Qi training. He was forty years old, with no background, no talent, and only a leaky shabby house. Patrols screen people, drug stores close lines, and mines see light. In this city, survival depends not on innocence, but on "someone wants you." Fortunately, he discovered—— Just repeat it once and you'll get a little stronger. The talismans will become familiar, the techniques will become ruthless, and the techniques will open their own paths. When others risk their lives on chance, He has broken down longevity into processes. But he didn't expect, One day I will be bid as "goods".