After twenty years in the underworld, Lu Xiao, boss of the South City gang, is shot through the heart by the brother he trusted most.
When he opens his eyes again, he’s become a worthless first-level Qi Refining cultivator in a cultivation clan, trampled by everyone. His wife and children are bullied, a steward seizes his spiritual fields, and the original owner is killed with a single palm strike. Lu Xiao inherits a broken body with barely a breath left in it.
A worthless nobody? Lu Xiao feels for the System panel in his arms.
Within his territory, all enemies are suppressed.
The courtyard is my turf. The spiritual fields are my turf. The gang headquarters is my turf, too. Anyone who steps in gets taken down. If they’re outside my turf? Then I’ll take it block by block, street by street.
In his previous life, he made his name through his underlings, his territory, and his rules. Now he has a cultivation body, but his methods haven’t changed.
Starting with a dilapidated wooden hut, two mu of poor farmland, a wife, and two kids,
he’s going to turn the entire cultivation world into his turf.
Love is always the same across thousands of rivers and mountains, can you vote for me?
Love is always the same across thousands of rivers and mountains, can you vote for me?
Love is always there in thousands of rivers and mountains, can you vote for me?
Love is always the same across thousands of rivers and mountains, can you vote for me?