That year, I stood with my hands on my hips and got struck by lightning seven times. You could say I was unlucky: I was a cypress tree that got struck and turned into a demon. But you could also say I was lucky: my cultivation was so weak that even demons looked down on me. Still, I had a ridiculous master, a heaven-defying senior brother, and a bunch of like-minded friends who were all more than a little unhinged. You might say I was just coasting, but I worked hard to rise up. You might say I worked hard, but the truth is, I often hid behind my senior brother and let him do the heavy lifting. Just who was it that spread their hands over the world and set their schemes in motion? Watch me scramble around and make it through this life that was destined to be anything but ordinary.
