At six years old, the protagonist nearly gets killed because he has unusually hard bones.
At eighteen, he gets disfigured just for looking at a cultivator.
Are cultivators too insane, or are mortals too greedy?
Without cultivators, how could there be mortals?
Please look forward to it.
The author is the one with the golden finger, and unconditionally supports the protagonist.
Cultivators treat mortals as a different species. Mortals are powerless to fight back, so they turn their blades on those weaker than themselves. Immortals enslave mortals, and mortals enslave the weak. The world is cruel, cultivation is arduous. Cultivate me.
My new book is out! You're welcome to read my work on Tomato Novel. I hope you enjoy it. Your support inspires me to write, and I'll do my best to tell every story well!
