I Just Want to Live a Good Life, Don't Force Me

Gu Changan has no spiritual roots. The whole town knew it, the whole town knew it, and he himself knew it. A person without spiritual roots has approximately zero value in this world where martial arts is the most important thing. But my sister's illness cannot wait, the drug store's debt cannot be owed, and life must go on. Fortunately, he has a pair of strange eyes - he can see the trajectory of spiritual energy, the location of blocked meridians, and the loopholes in the technique. Speak out and help others, and you can also improve your cultivation. So he started to set up a stall at the training ground: read the exercises once and get fifteen articles. The first day, three guests. The next day, twelve. On the third day, the queue at the training ground reached the entrance of the alley. People in the whole town are spreading the word: That useless piece of shit with no spiritual roots is more effective than all the instructors put together. Gu Changan counted the coins with a calm expression. ——He was just thinking about when he would save enough money to buy medicine for his sister.