He was bullied, and he endured it.
He was framed, and he endured it.
It wasn’t until he lost his only family member that he understood some people simply don’t deserve forgiveness.
A revenge plot ended with him and his enemy dying together.
He thought it was all over, but as he teetered on the brink of death, a gigantic black hand dragged him into the world of cultivation!
A hundred years as a mine slave, two hundred years as a menial servant.
For three hundred years, he suffered torment and betrayal, until he was finally driven to blow himself up.
When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the modern city!
His memories of those three hundred years remained, and the mysterious black dagger had returned with him.
In this life, he is the only cultivator in the city!
He’ll collect every blood debt and settle every score with his old enemies, one by one.
The wealthy and powerful? Martial arts experts?
What do they amount to before a true cultivator?
He only wanted to cultivate, pursue the Dao, and enjoy a few carefree days. But people kept coming to pick fights, oblivious to the danger.
If that’s the way it is, then he’ll show them...
what it means to be a hard man forged over three hundred years!
