Fang Han had his Dao bones stripped away and was framed. His sect, ever eager to curry favor with the powerful, punished him by crippling his cultivation and casting him into the Chaotic Prison Cliff, leaving his life or death to fate.
But a wisp of an evil soul possessed him and offered guidance. Starting with the Nine Nether Essence Refining and Qi Transformation Art, he began cultivating anew and embarked on the path to power.
The haughty senior sister: “Fang Han, you dare? If you do, I’ll have you killed when I get back!”
The ruthless master: “You treacherous disciple, you dare? This is utterly outrageous. Stop at once!”
The sect members who had always fawned on the powerful: “Old Demon Fang… No, True Lord Fang, please spare our Tai Xuan Sect. We were forced into this by the Luo family…”
After having his bones stripped and being cast aside, Fang Han’s heart had long since turned cold and ruthless. Now that he had the power, what else was there to say…
A ruthless man doesn’t waste words.
Women: keep them around to cultivate.
Men: kill them to cultivate.
