Shen Ye is the most useless good-for-nothing in the Shen family.
Born with crippled meridians, he cannot absorb spiritual energy or even practice the lowest-grade Qi Condensation Art. The clan’s young disciples use him as a punching bag, collateral relatives stole his mother’s keepsakes, and the elders are waiting for him to turn sixteen so they can cast him out of the clan.
Everyone thinks this is all his life will ever amount to.
Then someone breaks three of his ribs, and he lies there for three days and nights. When he wakes, a strand of spiritual energy that doesn’t belong to him has appeared in his crippled meridians.
That energy is exactly the same as the energy of the person who beat him. Only reversed.
Reverse Meridian: whatever others use against him, he devours. When someone blasts him with a cultivation technique, his meridians remember its path, then reverse it and make it his own.
The price is that every time, he has to take a beating first.
Shen Ye doesn’t complain. He wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth, sets his broken bones back in place, and watches the others walk away.
“Again.”
