“Disciple, you’re eighteen this year.”
“Master, I know.”
“You reached the Nascent Soul stage at twelve. It’s been six years. Why haven’t you made any progress?”
“Master, um... what comes after the Nascent Soul stage? Have you ever taught me?”
“I haven’t reached it myself. How could I teach you? Get down the mountain and figure it out on your own.”
Xiao Yun was a once-in-a-millennium genius in the cultivation world. He reached the Nascent Soul stage at twelve and became the strongest under heaven. But because his master complained that he “hadn’t progressed in six years,” he was kicked down into the mortal world and dumped in its roughest urban village, where he became a security guard earning just three thousand a month.
On his first night, a drunk beauty barged into his room and collapsed onto his bed. Before he could even react, she slapped him three times.
It wasn’t until he went to work the next day that he found out:
The woman was Lin Zixuan, president of Tianrui Group and his immediate boss.
“Your name is Xiao Yun? I’ll remember you.”
“President Lin, you’re a busy person with plenty to forget. I’m begging you, please forget about me.”
“I’ll be keeping a close eye on you.”
She investigated him, but couldn’t uncover anything about his background.
She tried to give him a hard time, but couldn’t faze him at all.
Then a gang came knocking, and he sent them flying with one hand, leaving everyone in the room stunned.
“Who are you, really?”
“Just a wage earner.”
“Can a wage earner shatter a marble floor with one palm?”
“I’m a little strong... Is that a problem?”
And so began the urban cultivation journey of a Nascent Soul powerhouse, from lowly security guard earning three thousand a month to a titan of the business world.
