Xiangzi's Cultivation Of Immortality

My name is Xiangzi, the one who pulls the cart.
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The Dashun Dynasty fell, and the whole world celebrated. In Sijiu City, everything is peaceful; outside Sijiu City, the refugees are like ants.
In the sky, a half-waning moon always hangs, and countless steam aerostats float.
On the ground, aristocratic families that have lasted for thousands of years watched with cold eyes as the warlords fought and died for those colorful ores.
At this time, Xiangzi, who was originally shot, suddenly woke up after his death and had a panel that could awaken his profession.
[Congratulations to the host, awakening the coachman profession]
[Congratulations to the host, awakening the martial arts profession]
[Congratulations to the host, awakening the monk profession]
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In the beginning, I was a third-class coachman, and they called me Xiangzi.
Later, the entire Sijiu City had to call me "Master Xiang".