Shen Yan was the lowest-ranking servant at the Hundred Herbs Lodge: without spiritual roots, his life was worth less than a blade of grass, and anyone could trample him.
Until one day, the juice of a forbidden medicine splashed into his eyes.
When he opened them, he saw the other side of the world. He could tell whether a spirit herb was genuine, how old it was, and whether a pill was good or poor in quality. He could see whether someone before him was a friend or foe, whether they harbored murderous intent or a guilty conscience. It was all crystal clear.
He had no talent and no one to rely on. All he had were these eyes and a mind that calculated more precisely than anyone else's.
He could tell at a glance whether something others would risk their lives to obtain was worth it. The deepest secrets people hid were exposed before him.
Identifying herbs, spotting fakes, setting traps, turning the tables: he took it one step at a time. He would uncover the truth behind his sister's death and make those who stood above him, able to crush him with a casual gesture, see him in a new light.
A servant without spiritual roots climbs his way up through a cultivation world that devours the weak, relying on nothing but his eyes.
