A Rogue Cultivator Without a Sect: The Abandoned Son and His Friends Subdue the Eight Wastelands

His spiritual root crippled, cast out by his family, and dumped in the wilderness to die, Qin Mo was doomed from the start.

No System, no wise old mentor, no lucky break from the heavens. All he had was an incomplete book of mortal martial arts and a heart that refused to give in.

He survived three years in the wilderness. He also met three companions who had been abandoned by the world just like him: an orphan of the barbarian tribes, a scholar whose family had been wiped out, and a genius young woman expelled from the path of alchemy.

Four people, four wretched lives. Starting from scratch, they create their own cultivation arts, seize their own resources, and establish their own sect.

Everyone laughs and says they're chasing a pipe dream.

Until the four of them stand against the four Sacred Lands and fight them to a draw. Until ancient demons awaken, and the so-called righteous sects shirk their responsibility, leaving only these four “lone wolves” and a band of rogue cultivators to hold the first line of defense in the Eight Desolations.

The family that once abandoned Qin Mo now kneels outside his mountain gate, begging for protection.

Qin Mo glances back at his brothers and smiles.

“You have ten thousand years of sect heritage. I have three brothers willing to give their lives. That's enough.”

Rogue cultivators have no sect. They are the sect.