On the night the entire Shen family was slaughtered, the Heavenly Dao branded a mark on his forehead. It was no blessing, but a debt gone bad.
With a crippled spiritual root, his lifespan nearly over, and everyone calling him a jinx, he was on the brink of death when a cold voice rang in his mind: "The Heavenly Dao owes you a life. With interest, too. Will you collect?"
From then on, while others cultivated immortality by drawing on spiritual energy, he did it by settling accounts.
Those who humiliated him paid the price for their misjudgment, and he turned the tables with face-slapping; he sought justice for the wrongly dead, taking their karma upon himself. For the blood feud against his family, he collected every debt with interest, from the mortal realm to the immortal domains, then from the immortal domains to the heavens.
The more he collected, the more he realized that becoming an immortal or a saint was simply a matter of paying off one's debt to the Heavenly Dao. But the real truth was this: the Heavenly Dao was the greatest creditor of all.
Shen Wujiu closed his ledger and dipped his brush in blood:
"I won't repay this debt. I'll change the rules."
