Kicked Out of the Family from the Start, I Can Simulate Infinitely

A rainy night, at the back gate of the Lu family residence in Tianxuan City. Lu Cang dragged his broken leg, carrying his sister on his back as she burned with fever and delirium. They threw him into the alley like a stray dog. Three months ago, he had been the youngest cultivator in the Innate Realm on the Tianxuan Continent, a martial arts prodigy rarely seen in a century. Three months later, both his parents were dead. His meridians had been crippled, his leg bones broken, and he had been trampled into the mud from the heights of the clouds. The steward tossed down a few copper coins and spat. "Useless trash. Get lost." He said nothing. He simply stood up in the rain, his sister on his back, and walked step by step out of that lightless alley. No one knew that from this moment on, something inside him had awakened. [Infinite Simulator bound.] [Simulation attempts: Unlimited.] He could die countless times. Every death meant starting over; every simulation let him carve out the one right path through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Techniques, poison arts, ancient secrets, the treachery of the human heart: everything in his way would either be crushed beneath his feet or burned to ashes. The world feared him like the King of Hell and called him the Living King of Hell. He cared about only one thing: the little girl curled beneath the altar in a ruined temple, feverish and calling, "Big brother." "She's my one weakness." "Anyone who touches her..." "Dies." As for the rest of you? Lu Cang turned around. An eternal night stretched behind him, while raging flames blazed in his eyes. He smiled. "In this life, I'll do only one thing: turn the heavens upside down."