He was a medicine boy, used by his master as a test subject for medicines. Three years, forty-seven kinds of poison, and he survived.
One day, his master returned gravely wounded. Shen Mo stepped up behind him and handed him a bowl of medicine, with something extra added.
It was the first time he'd killed someone.
From then on, immortals and demons belonged to the same sect, and the line between good and evil was a matter of one thought.
Cunning and ruthless, he'd stop at nothing to seize treasure.
A demon to his enemies, an immortal to himself.
He stole, killed, and left a trail of lovers in his wake.
No golden finger, only an immortal path where every life was paid for with another.
Three hundred years later, when he had slain all his enemies, held his beloved in his arms, and ascended to the rank of Dao Ancestor, the cultivation world finally learned the truth: that medicine boy was the true demon.
