The Useless Pill That Made Me an Emperor After Three Cultivations

He pretended to be a good-for-nothing for three years, all so he could strike a fatal blow with one sword today.

Ye Changqing was the most unremarkable outer-sect disciple of the Tianxuan Sect. Even when people crushed his spirit herbs and beat him until he was gravely injured, he only lay on the ground and smiled. Everyone thought he was useless, never knowing that a tomb of pills from time immemorial lay hidden in his dantian.

Swallowing useless pills, refining broken swords, devouring bones: the trash the world despised became the fuel for his rise.

Sword cultivators excel at killing, body cultivators approach invincibility, and pill cultivators control people's hearts. He cultivates all three paths in one body, hiding his edge behind a cunning facade.

The more people insult him, the stronger he becomes. When someone tries to harm him, he makes sure they die without ever knowing why.

When the saintesses and senior sisters who once stood above him come crawling back, he only smiles faintly.

“I accept loyalty, not regret.”

At the sect's tournament, he crippled the senior disciple with a single sword strike. At the Pill Dao Grand Assembly, he refined an imperial pill that left the entire crowd stunned.

He controls elders with pills and uses his enemies' blades to kill their own people. Gentle and refined on the surface, he is actually a master strategist who leaves nothing to chance.

When the people who once humiliated him kneel at his feet, he offers them a pill. “You gave me an injury yesterday, so today I'll give you an apology. Senior Sister, care to try it?”

This is the story of a cunning good-for-nothing who plays the pig to eat the tiger, cultivating the sword, body, and pill paths side by side.

Decisive and ruthless, never softhearted, with a breakneck pace and one satisfying payoff after another.