“This boy’s spiritual roots are too mixed. He’ll never advance beyond the first level of Qi Refining!”
The verdict in the sect’s main hall pierced the young man’s three-year dream of cultivation like an icicle.
When the token that marked his disgrace was thrown at his feet,
no one knew that the broken jade slip in his arms was growing hot. Is the Qi Refining stage really the beginning of the path to immortality?
As power piled furiously into a body stuck at “level one,”
the sharp crack of a magical weapon breaking in his bare hands became the death song of his enemies;
the warmth of swallowed poison turned into nourishment that defied all understanding. “He’s clearly only at the Qi Refining stage… so how can he smash a Nascent Soul cultivator?!”
Wanted posters from the Immortal Alliance covered the cities. The Blood Wolf’s butcher’s blade cut off his escape,
a gravely wounded girl clung to life in his arms,
and the gods above the Nine Heavens aimed a world-ending thunder tribulation at all living things… Lin Feng flicked the dust from his clothes and looked up at the gods and demons across the heavens:
“Who says a Qi Refining cultivator can’t slay a true immortal?”
