On the top of the Cangwu Sect's mountain top, sixteen-year-old Shen Heyin was deprived of his cultivation in public because he "has no attributes and has no spiritual roots and is not worthy of occupying the sect's resources." When he fell off the cliff, it was the old pharmacist's skinny hands that caught him. "My child, the bones are broken, but the heart cannot be broken." Three years later, the small town Yaolu. Shen Heyin was drying the herbs, and a palm-sized snow-white spirit beast picked up the incomplete jade slip. He flipped through it casually, and all the movement trajectories of the owner of the jade slip appeared in his mind - after reading it once, he learned it. "All things spiritual root?" The old pharmacist lost his voice in shock, "This is not a waste root, but the only carrier of the ancient Taoism of hundreds of schools!" But what followed was the pursuit of the devil, the spying of the sect, and the spiritual beast connected to his bloodline - it seemed to hide the secrets of the ancient world. Shen Heyin didn't want to kill anyone, but he could always retaliate against others. When the enemy used his special skill, he silently said "That's it" and then performed the same move with his backhand, which was even more powerful. And that spiritual beast always got into his arms when he was tired and gently rubbed his chin. The five regions are turbulent, and everyone wants to get him. He was the only one thinking: Tomorrow it would be time to pick a few more red fruits for the spirit beasts.
