“Cultivators are people too, and people die.”
Chen Xuan gazed at the calligraphy and painting on the table and quietly gave his orders. “Send word to the Dao Gang. Move tonight. The target is the Celestial Immortal Tavern. Keep it quiet, and don’t let my father find out that the bandits outside the city belong to his son.”
At the same time, in a secret room in the Chen residence,
Chen Dao’s father, eyes bloodshot, rasped out an order. “Get the Fierce Tiger Gang into the city and have them storm the Celestial Immortal Tavern. Keep your mouths shut, and don’t let Dao’er find out that the bandits outside the city belong to his father. I don’t want to lead the boy astray.”
A father and son who hide the truth from each other and each run a bandit gang, in a chaotic and lawless cultivation world.
Chen Dao rises from humble beginnings, leading his brothers to survive on the edge of a blade and make their way up through the cracks.
Other people cultivate by discussing the Dao and accumulating merit. He cultivates through tactics and connections.
Arson and looting? That’s called resource consolidation!
Murder and arson? Those are business tactics!
As a bandit, he pays his taxes on time and follows the rules. Why shouldn’t he count as a law-abiding citizen?
From a ferocious bandit in the wilderness to a giant of the cultivation world, from skulking in the shadows to standing in the open.
This is an absurd yet reasonable, wild yet logical path to immortality.
I, Chen Dao, earned my cultivation by robbing others. Why shouldn’t I be able to reach the pinnacle of the immortal path?
