Content warning: First-person narration, tragic story.
There are seven of us in our sect, including our master.
Liu Yi, Liu Liang, Liu San, Liu Si, Liu Wu, Liu Liu.
I'm Liu Wu.
My biggest dream in life is either to lead the sect to fame and fortune, or to benefit a little when they ascend to immortality.
But both seem a little difficult to pull off.
All we can do is go down the mountain to put on shows and set up a stall to earn money, then go back up and feed some chickens.
I believe that with my abilities, even if I can't lead the sect to enlightenment, I can at least make us rich.
But what I never expected was that, in our eighteenth year as a sect devoted to the Path of Ruthlessness, the authorities would bring people to investigate us, accusing us of falsely advertising our path, swindling people, and operating without a license.
They were wrong. Our master had clearly reached the point of transcending mortality and ascending to immortality. How could the Path of Ruthlessness be fake?
In front of everyone, our master ascended to immortality in a sea of flames.
The aurora that night was dazzling, impossibly beautiful, brighter than the sun.
I held my junior sister's hand, my pupils filled with that light.
In my eighteenth year with the Path of Ruthlessness, I took up my master's mantle.
"Come have a look! The latest book on the Path of Ruthlessness, only three coins! You won't lose out, you won't be cheated! Come on in! For ten coins, you can even watch the Jade Emperor attain the Dao and the Queen Mother become an immortal!"
In this world, it seems we're all just trying to scrape by. Even the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother just want enough to eat.
Theme: Keep living.
Why is it so difficult to find someone who has cultivated the ruthless way?
Will we Xiaowu cultivate the path of ruthlessness?