Becoming the Sect Leader Starting Today

Xie Wuji had just lost his job, and now, to make matters worse, his girlfriend had left him as well. The reason was simple: Xie Wuji could no longer afford to support her.

For the past few years, Xie Wuji had stretched his modest salary to fulfill his girlfriend’s every desire. He tiptoed through their fragile relationship, constantly anxious that she would become upset and stop talking to him.

He was as humble as a dog.

But a sycophant is doomed to end up with nothing.

Now, without a job and without love, Xie Wuji's world was emptier than ever. Not long ago, he had even planned to borrow some money from his parents to make a down payment on a secondhand apartment beyond Beijing’s Fifth Ring Road, preparing for marriage.

But before his bright plans had even begun, they had been dashed in an instant.

Packing his belongings, Xie Wuji prepared to leave Beijing. Like so many other dream-chasers in the city, he had struggled to pursue his ambitions, but they remained hopelessly out of reach. Now twenty-eight, the son of a working-class family, he reflected that in his hometown, a man his age would likely already be married with children.

His parents often urged him to settle down; after all, what parent doesn’t long to hold a grandchild?

Xie Wuji had once believed his ex-girlfriend would be his lifelong companion, but now that notion seemed laughable.

“Enough. It’s time to go. I’ll find some work with the old man at a construction site—at least I’ll be able to feed myself,” he muttered, patting the train ticket and th