In the cultivation world of Sword of Coming, where rules are rigid and the Great Dao reigns supreme, Yu Yi struggles at the very bottom of Lizhu Grotto-Heaven. His constitution is abysmal, he has no way to draw in spiritual energy, and hunger and despair drive him to the brink. As he lies dying, a furious cry against the injustice of Heaven draws an unwelcome guest: the “Rip-Off Street Stall System.”
A newbie gift pack? Ten cans of “Mud-Embryo Realm Strength,” covered in cracks and giving off a sinister aura, a mold-stained, battered straw mat, and a wickedly catchy motto: “Drink our Strength, and even the Dao Ancestor's heart will falter!”
The effects are immediate: after one gulp, even an ordinary mortal body can unleash enough strength to shake mountains! But this power comes with unpredictable “Dao-body mutations.” Muscles bulging as he recites cheesy poetry in public? All dignity gone as he struts around in bizarre clothes? Or golden characters appearing on his forehead and drawing everyone's stares?
In this solemn world of Confucian propriety, Daoist cultivation, and sword immortals riding the wind, Yu Yi's “Strength” becomes a walking “rule-shattering machine”!
“Fellow Daoist! Your bottleneck's loosening, isn't it? How about a can of Strength? One gulp and you'll break through! The small side effect is, at most... well... your Dao heart gets a little more lively?”
From then on, the style of the Vast World quietly falls apart:
A cool, aloof fairy loses control of her Dao heart and says the most astonishing things;
A stiff, old-fashioned Confucian scholar behaves erratically and loses all composure;
An unparalleled sword immortal swings their sword wildly and ends up in a sorry state.
With the battered straw mat slung over his shoulder, Yu Yi dances along the edge of the rules: “You want to talk reason? My cans are the law! Rip-Off Points +1. Fellow Daoist, don't go! Down this can, and tomorrow we'll continue our ‘Daoist bond’!”
I didn't see where the sword came from.
Is it the sword??