Cultivating Qi and Knowing One's Fate

He Xiao, a Qi Refining cultivator, can see the exact day everyone will die.

Except his own.

This power hasn’t made him stronger. It has become a shackle instead: every time he saves someone, he burns away his own lifespan. From ninety years, to ten, to one, until at last he has only two months left.

Some people call him a fool. “A useless Qi Refining cultivator. Who can you possibly save?”

It’s true that he can’t save everyone.

The day his senior brother Zhang Yuan fell off a cliff, he awakened for the first time, kneeling before the body. When the Sect Master blew himself up to seal a demon, he stood in the flames and lost years from his life for the first time. On the night Zhao Da died taking a blade for him, he held the body and wept for the first time.

But he still wants to save people.

To save A Yao, the girl abducted at the age of seven, and let her call him “big brother.” To save A Nan, who has only three days to live, and let him die “somewhere meaningful.” To save Si Ming, who has lived for three thousand years but has never dared to speak the truth, and let her break the rules for the first time.

Even Liu Ruyan, who betrayed him, is someone he would gladly stand vigil for all night at her grave after she dies.

“Is all this really worth it?”

He Xiao smiled but didn’t answer.

He only knows that when the lingering souls of a hundred awakened ones from generations past whisper “We are willing” in his ear, when A Yao cries and says “I’ll wait for you,” and when a girl reincarnated five hundred years later brushes past him, then turns back

The eyes that see all this have never seen only death.

There is something heavier than death.

How can an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator wager against fate?

The answer is: he doesn’t wager. He simply lives every day he has left as someone else’s tomorrow.