With a wheelchair for a companion, forced to marry the daughter of his enemy, and trapped in a court like a prison and an immortal sect as ruthless as a tiger.
Liu Ming picks up his brush and smiles: “My spiritual roots are broken, robbing me of the path of martial arts. My meridians are ruined, destroying my cultivation. Then I'll wield my vast learning as a blade and the Brush of Myriad Works as a weapon, rewriting the rules of this chaotic cultivation world! Knowledge is my road to the heavens.”
With brush in hand, I seek longevity; a single stroke stirs the winds and clouds!
