While everyone else cultivates through grueling training, Lin Chen does it by taking pills.
Three years ago, he was a prodigious young master admired by all. Then someone sabotaged him, sealed his cultivation, and reduced him to a good-for-nothing everyone could bully.
A humiliating broken engagement? Oppression from the direct line of the family?
Sorry, but once my pill cauldron awakens, you’ll all be on your knees!
Body Tempering Pills? Nine to a batch, each one top-grade. I eat them like candy.
Qi Gathering Pills? Three layers of pill patterns, a formed pill aura, and all I can use.
Poor comprehension? My pill cauldron can deduce anything. I only have to look at a cultivation technique once to master it.
Can’t win a fight? I cultivate both alchemy and martial arts, and beat stronger opponents as easily as drinking water.
At the family tournament, this good-for-nothing crushes everyone.
At the sect’s assessment, he masters the sect’s signature sword art in half a stick of incense.
At the Alchemy Congress, he produces a cauldron full of ninth-grade pills, and every alchemist drops to their knees.
What? You say the Heavenly Dao is unfair?
Let me refine a batch of “Heaven-Defying Dao Pills” first, then we’ll talk.
It looks really good.