His new assignment was to oversee both procurement and sales in this new market ward.
Deng Changsheng could not help marveling. Cultivators with backers really were different. No matter how serious their mistakes, they still had a chance to rise again.
But cultivators without connections were crushed for a single mistake, never to get another chance.
That was why they all exercised the utmost caution, as though treading on thin ice.
"Brother Qian, allow me to toast you. To steady your heart and break through to foundation establishment after such ups and downs-I truly admire you."
Filled with emotion, Deng Changsheng raised his cup.
"You have a point, Brother Deng. I had ambitions left unfulfilled, struggled and fought, indulged in wine, women, and extravagance, and acted as I pleased. But in the end, this prodigal son returned, and my immortal path continued!"
Qian Fusheng chuckled, equally moved, then added, "Oh, my uncle changed my name too. I'm now called Qian Fusheng. It means my former self has died, and I've been born anew."
"A fine name. It leaves the past behind while heralding the future."
Deng Changsheng followed his lead with a compliment.
"You hit the nail on the head, Brother Deng! Unlike those fools in the sect, ignorant and unlearned, who can't understand the true meaning behind this name."
Qian Fusheng slapped his forehead, his eyes brightening as he agreed repeatedly. Then he looked at Deng Changsheng. "Haven't you broken through to foundation establishment too, Brother Deng? You must have had some fortunate encounter, right? Come, tell me about it."
Deng Changsheng immediately recounted his experiences, choosing a few of the most difficult parts.
Sure enough, this elicited Qian Fusheng's surprise, sympathy, and a secretly budding sense of superiority.
"I never imagined you suffered so much over the years,