[Urban] [High Martial] [Scheming] [No Brainless Plot] [Satisfying Read] [Always Gets Revenge] [Play the Pig to Eat the Tiger] [Steamrolls Everything]
He Ye is known throughout the He family of Qingzhou as a good-for-nothing, born unable to cultivate.
His cousin He Yang corners him at the training grounds with a group of men, their fists and kicks raining down on him.
“Bastard born to a tramp! You’re wasting resources just by staying alive!” Their vicious taunts cut to the bone.
He Ye grits his teeth, his nails digging into his palms until they draw blood, but he doesn’t make a sound.
No one notices the icy hatred in his eyes. Even fewer know that last night, when he fell into the river, a mysterious streak of light entered the space between his brows.
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself! My name is He Ye. He as in seedlings, Ye as in a dark, windy night for killing…
[I’m not good at writing blurbs, so please head straight to the story! Please leave a rating! Thank you, fellow cultivators!]
