Xiangzi’s Record of Immortal Cultivation

My name is Xiangzi, the rickshaw puller Xiangzi.The Great Shun Dynasty has fallen, and the world rejoices. Within the walls of Forty-Nine City, all is peaceful; beyond its gates, refugees swarm like ants. Above, a half-crescent moon hangs eternally in the sky, accompanied by countless steam-powered airships drifting through the clouds. Below, ancient clans that have endured for millennia coldly observe as warlords slaughter one another over those vibrant, multicolored spirit stones.

At this moment, Xiangzi, who was supposed to have been executed by firing squad, suddenly awoke after death, now in possession of a mysterious panel capable of awakening professions.

[Congratulations, Host, for awakening the profession: Rickshaw Puller]

[Congratulations, Host, for awakening the profession: Martial Artist]

[Congratulations, Host, for awakening the profession: Cultivator]

In the beginning, I was a lowly third-class rickshaw puller, and they called me Xiangzi.

Later, all of Forty-Nine City would come to address me with reverence as Master Xiang.