At the foot of Qingyun Mountain, in a courtyard with swaying bamboo shadows, Lin Yuan and his sworn brother Ye Han practiced in seclusion together.
Having worked together for ten years and feeling like brothers, he never expected that the moment the golden elixir took shape that day, a greedy cold light would shine in Ye Han's eyes.
"I'll keep your golden elixir for you."
Breaking his heart with one palm and gouging out the golden elixir with one finger, Ye Han walked away on his blood, leaving only half a broken body and endless hatred.
After a narrow escape, Lin Yuan survived, but became a "man without elixir", his spiritual power collapsed and his body was reduced to a waste.
He kept his name anonymous, dragged his broken meridians, and began to trace Ye Han's traces - from the sect's internal fighting, to the secret realm killings, to the shadows in the court.
Every time he gets closer to the truth, it means deeper traps and more ruthless killing moves.
He didn't know that Ye Han had already integrated the golden elixir into his own body, and his cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds, just waiting for his "old friend" to fall into his trap.
And what Lin Yuan wants is not just revenge - he wants to dig out the golden elixir that belongs to him from the opponent's body inch by inch with his own hands.
