Ye Wushuang had just finished his thesis defense when he unexpectedly transmigrated to the Ye family in Qingfeng City on the Tianyuan Continent. He became a collateral clansman with no influential connections, an uncaring father, and a habit of being bullied.
This was a cultivation world where each realm built upon the last, from Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment to Golden Core, and where tribulation required surviving a lightning tribulation. The powers of its nine great provinces were deeply entangled: the righteous leader, the Tianxuan Sect, used the Heavenly Dao Stele to divine the secrets of fate; the demonic giant, the Netherworld Hall, excelled at taking over bodies; the Southern Frontier’s Ten Thousand Poisons Sect cultivated the Dao through poison; the neutral Heavenly Secrets Pavilion could glimpse the future; and the Rogue Cultivators’ Alliance struggled to survive in the cracks between them.
Ye Wushuang’s golden finger was nothing earth-shattering: just a panel that refreshed with ten pieces of intelligence every day at the hour of Chen. The information ranged from a spirit-infused knot in a tree by a street corner to who had switched someone’s pills and which family was hiding a treasure, as well as secret-realm disturbances and cultivators’ private affairs. It was an unpredictable hodgepodge, and everything came down to luck.
With no System granting him power and no heaven-defying cultivation manual, Ye Wushuang understood the essence of the “way of keeping a low profile”: drawing attention was a sin, and staying quiet was how you got rich.
The Tianxuan Sect was recruiting? With only one level of Qi Refining, he wasn’t about to join the crowd and become cannon fodder. See a talented young cultivator? He lowered his head, hunched his shoulders, and pretended to be a passerby. Get some intelligence? He weighed the risks first, then quietly took advantage of it, never seeking the spotlight.
Starting out in a dilapidated courtyard in Qingfeng City, he relied on ten daily pieces of intelligence to avoid open and hidden attacks, scoop up resources, and gradually refine his cultivation. Watch how this transmigrator, who only wants to keep a low profile and survive, forges an unconventional path of cultivation across the treacherous Tianyuan Continent. After all, staying alive is what matters most, isn’t it?
The writing is okay, but the way he behaves is not like a ruthless person, but more like a ruthless one.