Li Qinglian has lived for far too long.
Long enough for the sword servant he casually taught to become Mount Longhu’s first Celestial Master. Long enough for the homeless man he saved by chance to become the ancestor of one of the Four Great Families. Long enough to take pity on an amnesiac girl during the Republican era and raise her as his daughter for a few years.
All he wanted was a quiet life as a librarian in the city, watching the forces of fate and fortune evolve without getting involved.
Then, after the Luotian Grand Ceremony, Zhang Chulan followed the clues to the Jiashen Rebellion and came looking for him. The Ten Elders’ factions surrounded the library, intent on seizing Feng Baobao and the so-called “secret of the Eight Extraordinary Skills.”
At a joint meeting of the Ten Elders, Lu Ci kicked down the door and demanded that the company known as Not Everyone Gets Through hand over their people.
But Zhao Fangxu, seated at the head of the table, was trembling all over. He held up a yellowed, classified roster with both hands and kowtowed repeatedly.
Li Qinglian walked up to Lu Ci and opened the roster. “The first rule of the Lu family code says that when you meet a benefactor surnamed Li, you must bow three times and kowtow nine times. Anyone who disobeys loses their Soul-Cleaving Art. Will you cripple yourself, or shall I do it for you?”
That day, the supernatural world finally understood.
The so-called Eight Extraordinary Skills were nothing more than scraps from doodles he had made to pass the time.
And half the power in the entire supernatural world belonged to his disciples and descendants, born from the branches of his own lineage!
