In AD 3127, in the interstellar era after the civilizational rift, cultivators and battleships coexisted. At the outer gate of Xuanwei Sword Sect, handyman disciple Su Jing knelt on the cold stone slab with a contract in front of him. "Sign it and receive ten more spiritual stones every month." The deacon's voice seemed to come from a far away place. Su Jing lowered his head, and the moment his fingertips touched the contract, there was a burning pain in his eyebrows - he saw the rules behind those words: luck can be plundered, brands can be traced, and violators will have their names erased. This was his third refusal. But this time, the deacon didn't give him a choice. That night, the sect's genius Lu Jiuyuan's luck poured into Su Jing's body like a tide. The genius's sword intent rushed through his meridians, and a bloody mark appeared silently on Lu Jiuyuan's wrist. "Find him." The sect master's voice exploded in the transmission notes, "The branded person can track him in reverse. That handyman will not live for three days." Su Jing looked at his fingers that were gradually becoming transparent - the punishment for violating the contract had begun. He must find a way around the rules before dawn. What the entire Xuanwei Sword Sect doesn't know is that there is a deliberately hidden rule in the ancient ruins three hundred years ago: when the nameless people start to plunder, all contracts will be reversed.
