I Shattered My Life-Bonded Porcelain, and Now Every Holy One Begs to Take Me as a Disciple

The moment I shattered my life porcelain, Heaven and Earth claimed my life.

They say a person's fate is decided by heaven.

If you're born a bug, you'll never become a dragon.

If you're born a dragon, you can crush a bug beneath your heel.

I was the chosen child of Lizhu Cave Heaven. When I was five, I shattered the life porcelain inscribed with my name with my own hands.

That night, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and left me a bloody mess.

I thought I was dead.

But three days later, I opened my eyes inside a coffin.

From then on, Heaven's Dao rejected me, and I became an “outsider to fate” whom anyone could bully.

Those favored by destiny laughed as they stepped on my head. “Even heaven doesn't want you. What chance do you have against us?”

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and got back up without a word.

Only later did they realize:

What I rejected was the fate Heaven had given me.

What I wanted was to claim my own.

Along the way, some gave their lives for me.

Qi Jingchun faced the fatal ambush of thirty-six sword cultivators alone, just to win me a chance to live.

He said, “A gentleman does not save others, but a sage must step forward. I, Qi Jingchun, am worthy of that word: ‘first.’”

Along the way, some gave me everything they had.

Ning Wushuang, a female cultivator of the Sword Qi Great Wall, traded her life for my escape.

As she died, she smiled and said, “One dazzling glimpse in this life is enough. In the next, let me be the one waiting for you.”

Along the way, some humbled themselves for me.

The Daoist Ancestor lowered himself to plead for a sliver of opportunity on my behalf.

He said, “There's a spirit in this child, a spirit that refuses to yield. I'll protect it.”