Chang Buxiu was a poor man.
His mother had named him Buxiu, hoping that in the future he would live a good life with work to do every day, never unable to repay his birth debt because he could not find a job.
Sadly, Chang Buxiu's talent was mediocre. It was said that he had been judged congenitally deficient at birth, possessing only the lowest grade of Immortal Dao talent. Through three years of high school effort that tore apart his tendons and pulled out his bones, along with all manner of potent drugs that stimulated potential, he had barely managed to get into junior college and become a Qi Refining Peak graduate.
But graduation meant unemployment. As the number of junior college students grew year after year, it became harder and harder for him to find work. He could only barely support himself through all kinds of temporary jobs.
Then heaven and earth changed drastically, and war began. His life became even harder: prices rose, jobs were scarce, incomes fell, yet there were many more expenses for safety and survival. His weight dropped again and again.
During this time, many classmates and friends he knew lost contact one after another. Some had been arrested for breaking through on their own; some had joined the Righteous Qi Alliance and vanished without a trace; others had suffered attacks and disappeared in the aftermath of battle, or died from illness and medicine shortages. Chang Buxiu had considered joining the Righteous Qi Alliance too, but he could never make up his mind to abandon everything and oppose the Heavenly Court. What if things are even worse in the Righteous Qi Alliance? What if the Heavenly Court comes back?
Chang Buxiu did not care at all about the Righteous Qi Alliance's claims that there