This is a world of cultivation. With a clenched fist, a warrior can move mountains and rivers; with a drawn talisman, a Daoist can command gods. All living beings are mere pawns. Jiang Shang wakes up on a sickbed, only to find that he has become a debauched young master who died from excessive indulgence. His lower back still aches, unknown dangers lurk in the shadows, and whose eyes are watching him from behind? Jiang Shang sighs helplessly. What can a weak and helpless person like him do? He can only silently open his cheat device. "System, I want to top up!"... Many years later. Jiang Shang punches out, his fist shattering the void for thousands of miles, heavenly gods falling like rain, leaving only an unheard sigh. "Why are you forcing me?!"