Five hundred years ago, he founded a sect. He wrote its rules, created its cultivation techniques, and personally laid its mountain-protecting formation.
On the day he ascended, his most trusted senior disciple ambushed him and killed him.
Five hundred years later, he awoke in the lowest-level servant peak of his own sect.
The overseer shorted him on food. The steward brought men to seize his shop. Outer-sect disciples treated him like a dog beneath their feet.
His daily chore was to wipe the dust from the statue in the Founder's Hall.
The statue was of him.
By day, he was Qin Du, a servant whose spirit-root test had labeled him "useless."
By night, he wore a ghost mask and took a three-spirit-stone job to fight on someone else's behalf.
With one finger, he made an outer-sect bully grovel in public.
From then on, the entire sect began searching for the masked figure called "Wuxiang."
When the steward tried to use the sect rules against him, he recited them word for word. When the Song clan's prodigy practiced a flawed version of his own technique, altered and stripped down, he spotted the weakness at a glance.
"You worshipped me, then trampled me. From now on, I'm also the one you'll come begging to."
