I'm Sending Spiritual Materials to the Company, Xiu Xian Can't Hide It Anymore

In the third year after my spiritual energy was revived, I was still giving away spiritual materials, earning a monthly salary of 4,800. At two o'clock in the morning, a delivery order popped up on my phone - the address was the underground floor of a sealed abandoned building, the recipient was blank, the delivery fee was 50,000, and the countdown was three hours. Fifty thousand yuan is enough for my sister's medicine for more than half a year. And that countdown is jumping under my fingers. My name is Lu Chen, I am twenty-three years old, and I am the only one with "zero spiritual energy" in the whole company - others cultivate themselves to become immortals by climbing the ladder to heaven, but I cultivate myself to achieve immortality without even growing any spiritual roots. My sister's spiritual body exhaustion syndrome is a disease that fell before her spiritual energy was revived. The doctor said it implicitly: It can be stabilized, but it is difficult to cure. I thought that my whole life would be spent in a rental house, a warehouse, and a hospital. It wasn't until the order that shouldn't exist came to my door that I knew that the "leaky spirit body" in me that everyone laughed at was the real key to spiritual recovery. Every time I become stronger, this city becomes weaker; for every life I save, someone has secretly put a price on it. Someone is waiting for the "key" to mature. Behind me is my sister on the hospital bed, Aunt Wang's soy milk at the entrance of the alley, and this world of fireworks that I must guard. I can't lose. Because if I lose, no one will live for them.