Lin Jin uncovered the dark secrets of the mine, but was deprived of his cultivation by the sect and thrown into a poisonous mine to die. Everyone thought that this loser who couldn't even secure his job would never be able to turn around again.
Until a poison pill fell into the old furnace, and the discarded medicinal power turned into pure spiritual essence.
While others compete for elixirs and treasure mines, he specializes in collecting abandoned erysipelas mines that no one dares to touch. The waste that others despise is his capital to reopen his veins and break through the realm to become stronger.
The mine superintendent who deducted his wages was left alive first; the deacon who destroyed his meridians was waiting for him to return to the mountain with his knife. If the sect dares to close the mountains, he will seize the treasury; if the state capital dares to cut off food, he will demolish the gates.
But as old accounts were settled one by one, Lin Jin discovered that there was a state capital above the sect, and a heaven above the state capital that asked for spiritual energy from the human world.
They say that ants should bow their heads and accept their fate.
Lin Jin clenched the knife in his hand: This time, it's your turn to look up at me.
