Zhou Changwang transmigrated into a world of cultivation, only to find himself reborn as a humble itinerant spirit farmer in the bustling market of Phoenix Song Ferry. Each day, he toiled beneath the
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Name: Zhou Changwang
Lifespan: 17/75
Cultivation: Qi Refining, Second Layer (21/100)
Technique: Five Elements Formula (Beginner 85/100)
Skills: Spirit Rain Spell (Proficient 135/200), Cleansing Spell (Beginner 59/100), Growth Acceleration Spell (Beginner 63/100), Geng Metal Finger (Beginner 13/100)
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Zhou Changwang opened his eyes and saw this very attribute panel before him.
I… am not dead?
At this thought, Zhou Changwang felt a surge of intense emotion rise within him. He had always cherished his life, rarely venturing outside unless absolutely necessary. Even then, he was ever vigilant, eyes scanning all directions, ears alert for any sign of danger—after all, with more and more cars filling the streets and alleys, he had no desire to see his name appear in the news, only to be criticized and condemned afterward.
Especially his superstitious mother, who had once sought out an old fortune-teller to cast his fate, warning him to avoid long journeys and stay clear of vehicles...
Though he hadn’t fully believed it, he was always extra cautious when walking, keeping to the sidewalk whenever possible.
Yet this time, when he had no choice but to go out, he obediently walked on the pedestrian path, only to see a runaway car, heedless of the thirty-centimeter-high curb, crash straight toward him...
“Perhaps some things, whether you believe in them or not, deserve a measure of respect.”
Muttering inwardly, Zhou Changwang wondered if he ought to pay his respects somewhere, when suddenly a jol