After transmigrating into a world of immortal cultivation, I became Gu Xuan, the lowliest copyist in the Scripture Pavilion of the Heavenly Talisman Sect.
Everyone here cultivates immortality, but I was born with a useless body and cannot sense spiritual energy. Just as I was about to be expelled from the sect, contact with a forbidden demonic scripture awakened my one and only talent.
I can “see” the essence of cultivation techniques!
From then on, the forbidden grounds of the Scripture Pavilion became my private garden!
The incomplete chapters of forbidden arts that leave even elders gravely wounded and trembling at the mere mention of them are nothing but toys waiting to be repaired in my eyes.
Other people cultivate through talent. I cultivate through “reading”!
“This Chaos Demon Ape Visualization Manual? Let me repair it. Hmm, now my body has become a saint's.”
“This Blood God Scripture is too sinister? No problem. I'll take the best parts. My Righteous Qi Art could use an engine!”
“What? The memories of an ancient pill spirit? Sorry, I'll just package them up as knowledge and gladly accept them!”
The sect's leaders see me as a walking “Daoist canon” and keep me under tight guard (imprisoned), hoping to drain me dry.
The demonic cultivators see me as a “Tang Monk's flesh,” eager to devour me and seize my countless cultivation insights.
The guardians of the ancient forbidden grounds see me as an “heretic” and want to erase me to conceal the truth of history.
What they don't know is that when I finish copying the last book in these forbidden grounds, the laws of the entire cultivation world will be rewritten by me...
