Daily Settlement, from Rickshaw Driver to Gangster

On a winter night in Peiping City, the smell of soot and rust is biting. Ninth-grade martial artist Lin Moran huddled in the corner of the ruined temple, with bloody marks on his fingertips - in order to pay for his sister Lin Wan'er's mechanical college tuition, he was running the black market for others and working as a "grey glove". Until an antiquities transaction, the family heirloom jade pendant "Wan Yan Mirror" was activated by blood, and an illusory ancient mirror emerged in the sea of ​​​​consciousness: deducing martial arts and smelting technology were his only way to survive. The steam mechas of the great powers were crushing the foundation of martial arts. Under the iron fist of the clique warlord Situ Zheng, he was forced to be involved in the undercurrent. This is not an overnight rise, but a slow journey starting from the dark alleys of Peking: He tied his right arm with an elastic spring to build up strength, just to shoot out a single finger penetration in the hail of bullets; He asked his sister to disassemble a foreign pocket watch just to draw a "whirlpool chamber" on the drawing; He dealt with Situ Zheng's chess game and Sir William's trap, and every move was a matter of life and death. When the roaring beast of steam rolled over Shenzhou, and when his sister's mechanical gears were stuck in a pool of blood, Lin Moran's Wan Yan Mirror finally saw the truth: the new life of martial arts is not in closed door training, but in the dance of flesh and steel. ——This is a road without system clangs and brainless slaps in the face, but it is closer to the dawn than any "invincible".