Cultivation Family Simulator

"I really don't have 200,000 right now! I beg you brothers to give me a little more time. I promise I'll scrape it together as fast as I can!"

"Your final repayment deadline has already passed. We'll give you one more week. If you can't pay it back by then, we'll file an application for mandatory enforcement with the court."

"Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely pay it back."

Yang Genshuo exhausted every polite word he could think of to see off the bank staff who had come to his home to demand payment.

He returned to the courtyard, sat on the recliner beneath the pomegranate tree, and looked at everything in the yard as memories flooded his mind.

In three years, he had opened three Script Murder Stores. From making a profit to breaking even to losing money, every step he took had a kind of linear beauty.

Close early to stop the losses. Taking advantage of the few suckers still willing to take over at a low price, Yang Genshuo sold all three stores. After liquidating his assets, he still owed the bank 200,000.

The money his parents had saved for his marriage was all buried in there. He was also about to become the most notorious unfilial son in the village, the kind the villagers would gossip about for a lifetime.

If only I hadn't messed with this courtyard, I would have at least 300,000 left in my hands.

Yang Genshuo felt a bit annoyed.

The place where he lived was in Gu Village, the last stop on the Shimen City subway line.

He had rented this small courtyard, signing a 30-year lease contract, and only three years had passed so far.

Over these three years, he had gradually transformed this abandoned rural courtyard into a comfortable and cozy modern home, and he had even built himself an underground Doomsday Safe House, moving in a large amount of emergency supplies.

Yang Genshuo was someone who paid great attention to emergency preparedness. He believed he should have the ability to cope with extreme situations, such as nuclear war, viral outbreaks, or global cooling.

When he originally chose to rent this place, it wasn't because he couldn't afford a house in the city, but because this house came with a basement. He only needed to perform some modification work to build his own Underground Shelter.

And the events of the past few years had indeed made his Safe House useful. While others couldn't even eat meat a few times a month, he was gorging on all kinds of canned meat every day. During that period, while everyone else was losing weight, he had managed to grow a big belly.

Ding-dong~

The sound of a WeChat notification pulled Yang Genshuo back from his memories.

[Transfer of 30,000 yuan.]

[Lin Yue: "Shuo Ge, I have 30,000 here that I don't need. You take it to pay the bank."]

"Little Yue..."

He remembered that girl with the gentle, clear, and lively eyes, who always wore a beautiful string of wind chimes on her wrist.

Thinking of her made him think of that 'ding-a-ling-ling~' sound of wind chimes.

Lin Yue was a special employee at his Script Murder Store. When Yang Genshuo first hired her, he had other motives, but he hadn't expected that now...

"Heh, silly girl, how could I take your money?"

He did not take it.

"Sigh, I'll have to borrow some money from my old friends first."

He went to the Safe House, grabbed a pack of Self-heating Chicken Curry Rice and a can of food, brought them to the study, and turned on his computer.

Yang Genshuo prepared to draft a list of "Godfathers" to squeeze some money out of them.

After the computer booted up, the screen flickered for a moment before jumping to a magnificent, sprawling image of an Immortal Realm, looking 80% similar to the promotional ads for some cultivation browser game.

The next moment, a few lines of text appeared in the center of the screen.

[Cultivation Family Simulator]

[Hardcore Cultivation! Experience a completely realistic cultivation family simulation from scratch.]

[Please confirm your family surname: __]

Yang Genshuo was slightly stunned.

"A browser game ad?"

"Damn it! I was already annoyed because I got pee on my hand today, and now you're hitting me with this trash ad!"

But he picked up the mouse and searched around, only to find there was no exit button. The strangest thing was that even pressing the restart button on the computer case did nothing.

"What kind of new virus is this? It can lock my hardware? That's too ridiculous!"

As a member of Tubaba who knew a thing or two about building PCs, Yang Genshuo couldn't quite wrap his head around what was happening.

After trying to operate it left and right and failing to shut the computer down, Yang Genshuo suddenly realized something. He decided to follow the game's flow for a bit.

[Yang]

After inputting the surname, the animation on the screen zoomed in, and in, and in, until his perspective arrived in front of a graveyard covered in white snow.

The surroundings were desolate and uninhabited. There was only a beggar in tattered clothes, looking listless, kneeling thinly before one of the low graves.

At the head of the grave stood a relatively square stone tablet, with only a large "Yang" character carved into it.

The beggar tremblingly used a paper lighter to ignite three sticks of incense, inserting them into a battered bronze incense burner. A plate of pastries was placed beneath the burner.

Wisps of smoke drifted leisurely into the air.

"Unworthy descendant Yang Shi has come before the ancestors' graves to pay respects. There is an important matter I must inform the ancestors of."

"When I was six, my entire Yang family was slaughtered. Because I was out feeding a few little beggars, I escaped the disaster, only to become a beggar myself and begin a life of displacement."

"Twelve years have passed in the blink of an eye. I have survived into adulthood and returned to my hometown to investigate what happened back then. Our ancestral home has already become a residence for the Xiang Family, guarded heavily. I merely climbed onto the wall to take a look, but I was discovered by the guards, beaten severely, and tossed onto the street."

"Old Ancestor, as far as I know, the Xiang Family has multiple Innate Masters, and it is said they even hold official positions in the Imperial Court. Even their gatekeepers and servants are so ferocious; the chances of revenge are slim to none. I am highly likely to end up dead on the street."

"I have reflected deeply, and there is only one plan that can resolve the blood feud of our Yang Family!"

"To that end, I have made a decision that goes against our ancestors: starting today, I will no longer carry the surname Yang!"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Three kowtows were performed. Before the grave, swirling smoke obscured the offerings.

Yang Genshuo: "?"

Setting aside the question of whether this game could even be turned off, and ignoring why it used a live-action filming style.

Isn't this plot development a bit too casual?!

"My only descendant ran away at the very start?"

Clearly, as someone with a god's-eye view, he was playing the role of the Old Ancestor in the Yang Family grave.

Whoosh~~

A wisp of smoke drifted out from the computer, and a plate of pastries appeared out of thin air on the computer desk.

Lines of text popped up on the right side of the computer screen:

[Your descendant, Yang Shi, has successfully completed this year's Ancestral Worship Ceremony.]

[Incense Value +10]

[You have received an offering from a member of the Yang Family: a plate of pastries.]

[Do you wish to bestow a reward upon your descendant?]

Yang Genshuo glanced at the pastries on the table, then back at the computer screen.

"?"

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Yang Genshuo picked up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth.

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

"It's cloyingly sweet!"

"The items in this game actually came into reality?"

The supernatural phenomenon unfolding before his eyes left Yang Genshuo genuinely astonished for a moment.

Realizing he might have stumbled upon a massive opportunity, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth upward.

"This is interesting."

As the ritual performed by Yang Shi in the game concluded, time stopped flowing, freezing on the frame of him kowtowing.

It was just like a player's turn in a strategy game.

Yang Genshuo could now take control. He first moved the mouse over Yang Shi.

He opened his Character Card.