My master sent me down to the mortal realm: a calamity will descend in twenty years. Stop it, and once my merits are complete, you'll be allowed to return to the mountain and break through to the next realm.
The night I arrived, I woke inside the body of a man who had just been beaten to death: Li Mo, a twenty-seven-year-old night-shift security guard at Splendid Garden, earning 3,800 yuan a month.
Three extortionists were still rummaging through my wallet. I pinned them down and called the police.
Only then did I realize that this body had only reached the third level of Qi Refining, spiritual energy on this planet was practically nonexistent, and I had just 236 yuan to my name.
I had cultivated for three hundred years and knew alchemy, formations, and military strategy, but I still had to earn my own rent.
So, for the next twenty years, I started out as a residential compound security guard.
Later, everyone in the city called me Mr. Lu. Later still, the whole world called me Grandmaster.
