Chen Mo is a menial disciple with an inferior spiritual root, whose life is worth less than a blade of grass. But after an accident, he is forced down the most perilous path in the world of cultivation: cultivating through poison. Bearing a mysterious System, he hides in the sect's darkest corner, tempering his body with countless poisons day and night as his cultivation grows at a terrifying pace, unknown to all.
But the path of cultivation is full of deadly traps. When an inner-sect genius, seeking to refine a wicked pill, poisons the entire outer sect, plague spreads and all life withers. As everyone cries out in despair over their fate, Chen Mo calmly emerges from a mountain of corpses.
Facing the arrogant genius who sees all living beings as ants, he asks softly:
"The Death-Bringing Powder you made... your timing is way off, isn't it?"
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking, good-looking
Very beautiful, very classic
Nice book.