Lin Que transmigrated to the cultivation world. He was illiterate, but too proud to admit it and determined to keep anyone from finding out.
On the roadside, he ran into an old beggar who handed him a copy of the Azure Cloud Art. Unable to read the words, Lin Que could only imitate the little figures drawn on the page. He held the book upside down and practiced the moves in reverse order, somehow turning the Azure Cloud Sect’s orthodox cultivation method into its exact opposite: reverse cultivation.
In the cultivation world, reverse cultivation was a dead end. Of a hundred people who tried it, ninety-nine and a half would explode within three days. But Lin Que survived, cultivating an intense, ink-black demonic aura that made him look every bit like a demonic cultivator.
So Senior Brother Qin Changfeng of the Azure Cloud Sect led a group of people on a three-day, three-night hunt for him.
Just as Lin Que was driven to the brink, the old beggar appeared again and casually tossed him a Saint’s Token. “Fellow Daoist, wait! This child is destined to join our Azure Cloud Sect.”
It turned out the beggar was none other than Xie Wuya, the Azure Cloud Sect’s most senior and revered ancestor.
Clutching the token and facing the hungry stares of the entire sect, Lin Que had only one thought: I can’t even read what’s written on this token. How am I supposed to be the Saint?
And so, an illiterate man too proud to admit it was shoved into the role and made the Saint of the greatest sect in the cultivation world.
From that day on, the Azure Cloud Sect never knew peace again.
