Star Skeleton Qi Practitioner

Lin Yue has only learned one thing in his life: patience. Endure hunger, endure radiation, endure the glare of others. His mother is seriously ill and his brother is young. The only thing he can exchange for money is his own life. The recruiter threw him three options: Genetic evolution? Can't afford it. Mecha control? It's not the poor's turn. Ancient martial arts training? The cheapest and most difficult. Lin Yue chose the cheapest one. Everyone says that cultivation is a dead end, and not one strong person can emerge from a hundred people. But he had no choice. Before leaving, the old doctor warned him: Don't trust anyone. He didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand. Until the people from the consortium stared at him, until a voice in his head called him a "little waste", until the first day he set foot on the border star, he heard his father's name mentioned—— The Seventh Mobile Team was completely destroyed. Not one left. Lin Yue suddenly understood: My father's death was not an accident. And he himself was walking into the same vortex. The only road for the poor, what is the end? One sentence selling point: The poor have no choice but to choose the cheapest road - but at the end of this road, is it the way to survive or the grave dug by the father?