Ten Thousand Cultivators: All My Dao Companions Are Powerful

The Upper Sect took three generations' worth of my family's fortune.

At the Fortune-Splitting Ceremony, I publicly assigned my share, one hundred and twenty-seven strands, to my cousin when I came of age. I made no fuss and signed the papers.

After the ceremony, I found half of the broken ring my mother had left behind outside the ancestral hall. That night, the ring grew scorching hot, and a line of text appeared before my eyes.

Fortune Returning to the Source System

I can't snatch it. I can't take it back by force. But if I sincerely protect someone, the fortune returns to me on its own.

I protected a maid in the medicinal garden who'd been pushed forward to take the blame, and three strands appeared in my account. I protected a sword embryo girl locked up in the punishment hall and raised like a weapon, and my fortune surged by sixty-one strands. I protected a dragon orphan who'd fled to the southern border, and for the first time, my fortune formed a dragon scale that fit perfectly into the gap in the broken ring.

The Upper Sect wants to take it. I insist on giving it back.

In the end, those I'd protected established a lineage of the sword path, restored the dragon clan's fortune, rewrote the ancient laws, and burned the register of stolen fortune.

The day ten thousand people cultivated together, lamps were lit throughout the province.

This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.