In a world where martial arts and cultivation defined the fabric of society, I was reborn – a child with the memories of a past life. The streets were my home, and survival, my game. I could've latched onto someone's success, rode the coattails of a protagonist, but I knew better. In this unforgiving realm, only one truth resonated: rely on yourself, or fall.
Growing up on the streets, I scavenged what I could, learned what I must. The weak were prey; the strong survived. I chose strength and I carved my path through the shadows, learning the art of combat, adapting, and evolving. Every fall taught me to rise harder.
Luck and Tenacity
A stroke of luck led me to an abandoned cultivation manual. The rest, as they say, was sweat and determination. I practiced in secret, honing skills, building strength.