This Immortal City Owes Me Three Hundred Years of Wages

In this immortal city, someone takes responsibility for damaged spirit veins, but no one will own up to unpaid wages.

Lu Heng is just an ordinary formation repairman.

He fixes wells, patches formation routes, and takes odd jobs, scrambling every day for a few grains of spirit sand and calculating carefully just to afford next month's rent.

Then one day, carrying the old work badge his father left behind, he goes to the Spirit Vein Bureau to claim the wages that have been overdue for ages.

The answer he gets is:

**"Your worker registration was canceled upon your death."**

The man never came back, the wages were never paid, and even the work he once did could simply be wiped from the books?

With a chipped inspection ruler, Lu Heng discovers a buried formation network along an obscure waterway.

As work orders and old account books are reopened one after another, he gradually discovers that beneath this immortal city, ablaze with lights, lies a secret far more astonishing than unpaid wages.

Some people spent their whole lives repairing formations, yet never made it out from beneath the city.

Some guarded the lights in countless homes, yet saw their own names vanish from the worker registry.

And the labor of countless ordinary workers was quietly buried in three hundred years of old accounts.

**Owe one grain of spirit sand, and you must repay it.**

**Owe someone a name, and you must acknowledge it.**

**But what if the debt is three hundred years of unpaid wages?**

Starting with a well in the southern part of the city, an unremarkable formation repairman decides to settle the score with the entire immortal city.