My name is Yang Chen, and I am a tomb robber.
That day, my hands were cheap, I touched a bead from the coffin, and together with the old thing that had been lying inside for three hundred years, I touched the world of immortality.
The old man said he wanted to teach me the skills, but he whipped me around - a spiritual whip, which was designed to whip out souls. It hurt so much that I cried out.
Later I met a female fairy, and I thought I was hugging her. As a result, she drank two bottles of Maotai from me, threw us into a broken sect, and ran away.
What fucking secular rules, black and white, are none of my business. I'm not a good person to begin with. This world of cultivating immortals is no different from society. To sum up, it's all about cultivating immortals! Being able to fight is one thing, but being able to get around depends on connections, background, and skills.
If you can fight, don't make a fuss. If you can't fight, just beg for mercy. Don't be embarrassed.
