The Way of Survival: I Was Wiped Out, but I Lay Low Until I Became a Big Shot

Three seconds to foresee death, five chances to turn the tables on a killing blow

On the night his family is slaughtered, the useless illegitimate son lies curled up among the corpses, pretending to be dead.

As the agony of dying sears his heart, he sees the sword about to pierce his throat three seconds later. His death-aura sense saves his life for the first time.

From then on, the cultivation world gains an oddball: no one plays the coward better, and no one strikes more viciously from the shadows.

A Golden Core elder calls him a spineless coward, then turns around and is blown into a blood mist by poisonous miasma. A Nascent Soul patriarch laughs at how afraid of death he is, only to be struck into a charred husk by heavenly lightning in the blink of an eye.

Cowardly? This is strategic survival. Chewing on blood-staunching herbs, he rummages for secret manuals amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the sect.

When a thousand-year conspiracy finally tears the sky apart, everyone asks: just how many hidden trump cards does this King of Playing Dead have?

From a Qi Refining ant to a Mahayana Venerable, a guide to turning fear of death into the ultimate killing move

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.