“Kill the men. Keep the women!” Lin Ye spent three years scraping by at the bottom of the Blood Fiend Sect. As he lay dying during an ambush he was never meant to survive, the scrap of cloth in his arms guzzled his blood and sank into his body. The ancient art, the Heaven-Devouring Art, roared awake! From then on, he could seize the cultivation of righteous cultivators he slew, drain spiritual energy from women he bedded, and forge an indestructible body through every kind of torment. A forbidden path, one that devours heaven and earth and is rejected by the world, unfolds beneath his feet. Before him lies a supreme throne built from bones and beauties. Behind him stretches an abyss of endless scorn.
Also called Lin Ye, it's also a no-brainer. What a coincidence 😏😏😏😏
How many female protagonists do you want to write about? [Turns lips]
Not bad, good cheers, author.