Cupping Away Lifespans: From Discarded Blood Bag to Power Behind the Throne

I open my eyes to find the soul of a seventy-year-old master craftsman transported into this world.

My name is Tuoba Guang, and my whole family is holding me down to bleed me.

Their reason? To “treat” my critically ill grandmother.

All I can do is grab a jar on the spot.

“Bloodletting can kill you. Let’s try cupping instead. I’m a professional.”

With one jar, I save my grandmother and siphon a month of my stepmother’s lifespan.

With two, I cure the Grand Princess and make my enemy cough up blood and die in the street.

With three, I pin down the emperor of an enemy state and drain his dynasty’s fortune to sustain my realm.

They think I’m a lowly blood bag. Little do they know that with one hand I hold the jar, and with the other I command life and death.

From an abandoned son of a marquis’s house to the most powerful man in court, it takes me just three jars.

And the final jar will be pointed at this murky sky.