Reborn in an era of capital cultivation, where brilliant, star-like figures shine, Chen Yu isn’t the least bit worried.

Because his cheat has arrived.

But can someone tell me—what’s with this Merit Kasaya? I just wanted to harvest your negative emotions!

Who is the gifted dream-maker, the pride of Tianyuan, the top scorer in the college entrance exam, the genius of body cultivation, and the great entrepreneur?

Chen Yu: You’ve really made me suffer!

My name is Xiangzi, the Xiangzi who pulls a rickshaw.

...

The Great Shun Dynasty collapsed, and the whole country rejoiced. Inside the city, all was peaceful; outside the city, refugees swarmed like ants.

A half-moon hangs eternally in the sky, and countless steam-powered airships drift by.

On the ground, ancient families, spanning thousands of years, coldly watched as warlords fought to the death over those colorful ores.

At this moment, Xiangzi, who was supposed to be executed, suddenly woke up after his death and even had a panel that could awaken a profession.

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the profession of coachman.]

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the Martial Arts profession]

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the cultivator profession]

......

At first, I was a third-class rickshaw puller, and they called me Xiangzi.

Later, everyone in Beijing had to call me "Master Xiang".

To raise money for his university tuition and ease his family's burden, young Lin Yuanzhi ventured into the deep mountains to gather medicinal herbs, only to encounter a golden leopard. During his desperate escape, he accidentally fell into a deep pit, a truly perilous situation.

Having survived a great calamity, Lin Yuanzhi was destined for good fortune. Far from perishing, he stumbled upon a mysterious sphere at the bottom of the pit, unexpectedly unlocking a personal space containing a spiritual spring and ancient cultivation techniques. From that moment on, his life trajectory was completely altered.

He cultivated top-quality fruits and medicinal herbs using the spiritual spring in his space, leading his impoverished fellow villagers to prosperity and turning barren mountains into gold and silver mountains; he practiced ancient medical techniques, helping people and becoming a renowned medical master praised by all.

He can command all beasts and communicate with all living things in nature. The world of cultivation, hidden behind the modern city, also opens its doors to him…

Witness how a simple mountain village boy rises step by step from the mundane world to the pinnacle, writing a legend of growth, protection, and immortality between the city and the mountains.

Dear Father Moran Anderson: Congratulations! Although you never smoked, you have been fortunate enough to be diagnosed with lung cancer at an age when your soul is still fresh. Unfortunately, your business of raising "Children of Hell" is not yet complete, and this Duke has been forced to invoke the "delayed death" clause. After all, these slippery little creatures are far less cuddly than they appear. Please ensure that they are regularly fed with delicious souls, whether human, demonic, or angelic. Don't forget to abide by the "Heaven-Hell Truce" and the "Exorcist Association Management Act." You wouldn't want Michael, Gabriel, and the others to know about our transaction, would you? If you have any further questions, you can consult this Duke directly in Hell. I look forward to the day when I can personally harvest your soul. ———Lucifer, the Arrogant Duke, you are trustworthy...

Qin Mu, who was born a soldier, was transferred to the local area to serve as acting county magistrate because of an accident. He thought that with the help of his strong background, he could easily sweep away all obstacles and get promoted easily. However, when he arrived at the local area, he realized that the complicated officialdom requires one to be down-to-earth and advance step by step in order to stand out.

"Take it, here's your salary for this week."

After raising her hand and handing over a small bag, the cross-legged woman behind the desk casually checked the small book, then waved her head away and said:

"Remember to file your own taxes...next!"

"etc!"

After pouring out the coins from the small bag, Li Ang looked at the eight large and one small coins in his palm, a total of nine dirty coins. Li Ang couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock, wishing he could rush over to fight her to the death on the spot.

"Damn it! I just defeated the evil god who wanted to invade the world this Tuesday! You bastard, you actually want to deduct the salary of the savior?"