by DaoTian
Li Zian wanted to be a Heaven-defying cultivator who killed his enemies and made his clan regret throwing him away. I just wanted to quietly become rich, where nobody tries to "shatter the firmament" while I’m trying to make some money. For three months, my plan was working. I stayed off the radar, living as a mediocre village carpenter and a hobbyist herbalist. In a world where lunatics regularly split mountains over a perceived slight, my survival strategy was simple: build sturdy chairs, grow some nice tea, and pretend I’ve never heard of Qi. Then, a creaky floorboard and a nosy prodigy ruined everything. I thought my greenhouse was perfectly hidden. That is, until the exalted daughter of the local Righteous Sect crashed through the ceiling and landed directly into my house. The clan called me trash, but they’re about to find out that money is the greatest power of all. Let the heroes bleed for honor; I’ll reach the top by spending my way to the Heavens. Updates: Mon Tue Wed Thur Fri
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