Zhu Heng is reborn in the world of immortal cultivation with a mixed five-element spiritual root, widely regarded by cultivators as a good-for-nothing who can't even draw qi into his body.
Everyone laughs at him.
No one knows that when he looks up at people, he can see words above their heads: fortune, blessings, calamities.
He can see when you'll die, and understand how you can survive.
Fake contracts, secret plots, fate-reading arts: one by one, those who target the Zhu family fall into the endings they wrote for themselves.
But one sentence of judgment has always hung over his own head:
“The pendant's owner will not live past this year.”
He cast a divination for himself.
To change his fate, he must first enter an immortal sect.
A mixed spiritual root? He smiled.
I was never reading spiritual roots.
