Good-for-Nothing? I Became Invincible Through Mockery

The Prison Furnace exploded, and a fool swallowed all three thousand years of its resentful, baleful energy in one gulp.

He doesn't absorb spiritual energy. He devours emotions.

Others cultivate through spiritual energy; he grows stronger when people mock him. Others make a comeback through lucky encounters; he chews up his enemies' hatred and swallows it down.

Insult him, and he gets stronger. The more you hate him, the more determined he is to step on you on his way to the top.

The Blood Rakshasa Cult is hunting him with all its might, and undercurrents stir within the Azure Cloud Sect. With a little girl who keeps slipping her cold little hand into his palm, he makes his way along the edge of a blade.