The Tale of Xiangzi's Cultivation

The Dashun Dynasty fell, and the whole world celebrated. Inside the Fourth-Nine City, there was a scene of peace and harmony; outside the Fourth-Nine City, refugees swarmed like ants. In the sky, a half-moon hung eternally, accompanied by countless floating steam airships. On the ground, aristocratic families with a thousand years of lineage looked on coldly as warlords fought and died for those multicolored ores. At this moment, Xiangzi, who had been executed by firing squad, suddenly woke up after death, possessing a panel that could awaken professions. 【Congratulations to the host for awakening the Coachman profession】 【Congratulations to the host for awakening the Martial Artist profession】 【Congratulations to the host for awakening the Cultivator profession】 ....... In the beginning, I was a third-class coachman, and they called me Xiangzi. Later, the entire Fourth-Nine City had to call me "Lord Xiang."