When Shen Yichen climbed out of the cold well in the cold palace, he had stones from the pond tied to his body. The clan said he was a disaster star, the previous dynasty said he deserved to die, and even the spiritual veins of heaven and earth were closed to him. He just wanted to find a place where no one was around, play the piano, and grow chrysanthemums. But in the national sports competition of the Ten Thousand Business Alliance, no one will be spared. In the first game, a duel with force, teammates were crushed to death. In the second game, a chess game of wits, the opponent used the power of his spiritual veins to deduce a thousand moves. Everyone was waiting for Shen Yichen to admit defeat. He picked up a dead branch and wrote on the ground: "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain." A vision came from the sky. The Book of Business Law trembles. The expression of the elder of the Chamber of Commerce who was supervising the competition suddenly changed: "This... Is this the lost 'word spirit' from ancient times?" Shen Yichen raised his head, his eyes calm: "I don't understand spiritual veins, but every poem I have read is a rule." From that day on, the socially feared orphan of the former dynasty became the biggest variable in the national sports competition. A poem changes the sky, a piece of music breaks the spiritual veins, and an elegant gathering gathers all the abandoned travelers. But when he got closer to the truth, he discovered that the outcome of this national destiny showdown had been written thousands of years ago.
