After transmigrating to the cultivation world, Cao Youde became the lowest-ranking odd-job disciple of White Cloud Sect.
At the first level of Qi Refining, he hadn’t made a breakthrough in four years. Nicknamed Doudou, he was routinely ground into the dirt by Qian Jin and his gang, the local tyrants of the sect.
The five-year assessment was coming up. If he couldn’t break through, he’d be sent off to do menial work in the mortal kingdoms, forever cut off from the path of immortality.
Cao Youde touched the storage pouch hidden under his bed. Inside were three spirit stones, a copy of The True Guide to Cultivation, a cleaver, and a pile of small iron nails.
A direct fight? I can’t win.
But what if… I never gave them a chance to strike?
Saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal: worthless alchemy ingredients in the cultivation world, but in Cao Youde’s hands, they became black powder.
Stuff it into a bamboo tube, pack in some iron nails, light the fuse
Boom!
Third level of Qi Refining? Blown away.
Fourth level? Gone, too.
Fifth level? Just you wait, I’ll double the charge!
Who says cultivation is all about sitting in meditation? I, Old Cao, will make gunpowder by hand and blast my way to immortality!
