Su Yan died.
In his previous life, he was the last keeper of the Pill Pavilion. He guarded its library for six hundred years and read every pill formula under heaven, but never once personally refined a pill. On the night the Pill Pavilion was destroyed, thirty-six factions carried off every book in the collection. Lying on the pavilion’s copper-tiled roof, he watched the sky turn orange-red with firelight. He wasn’t thinking about revenge. He was thinking that he still hadn’t memorized page three of the Nine-Turn Resurrection Formula.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become the lowest-ranking menial disciple in the outer sect of the Tianshu Sect.
His meridians were completely ruined. He had tried refining thirty-seven batches of Qi Condensation Pills, and every one had failed. His fellow disciples called him Su the Useless, and his master called him “the one who watches the pill room.” No one knew how many books he had read. No one knew that the flying eaves of the Tianshu Sect’s main hall were identical to those of “Courtyard B, Camp Three” in the Pill Pavilion’s illustrated records.
A golden halo appeared above his head. On the front were two words: “Protagonist.”
On the back were three: “Cultivation Vessel.”
[Devouring System activated. Devour the halo of a true protagonist to obtain talent fragments. Warning: Villain points will increase. Once Villain points reach their limit, the Heavenly Dao will send a protagonist hunter.]
Senior Sister Shen Qingyuan has the Pill Pavilion’s destiny sealed within her.
The halo of Lu Chenzhou, the protagonist of the old version, is fading.
The descendants of thirty-six chosen ones are closing in.
And Su Yan has only one thing to say:
“As long as the pavilion stands, I stand.”
In his previous life, he read for six hundred years without ever refining a single pill.
In this life, he’ll refine one with his own hands. He’ll turn that “cultivation vessel” above his head into something of his own.
