Fusang was a once-in-a-millennium prodigy, disciplined and proper from childhood, devoting himself to cultivation and striving to become the most revered immortal lord in the cultivation world.
Then one day, he used magic to glimpse the Heavenly Dao and saw his future:
Before long, he would be framed and made to drink poisoned wine that would taint him with demonic energy. Then his most respected master, his most cherished disciple, and his close friends would throw him into the Demon Prison on the grounds that "Immortal Lord Fusang has fallen to demonic madness and lost control."
In the Demon Prison, not only would his magic be stripped away, but he would also be tormented day after day by the prison's master and his subordinates. Before long, unable to endure the humiliation, he would die of despair.
After devoting most of his life to hard work, this was what he got in return? Fusang's response:
Fine. If I can't become the most revered immortal lord in the cultivation world, then I'll become the most unhinged immortal lord in the cultivation world.
His master came to him and said he'd been slacking off in his cultivation lately. Without a word, Fusang flipped the table. Then, that night, he sneaked into his master's room and shaved his head.
His disciple came to ask about his training. Fusang smiled, then turned around and tossed him into the most dangerous wilderness to fend for himself.
As for the great snake who ruled the Demon Prison... Fusang made some time to wipe out the whole prison, then used their leader as a jump rope in front of all his subordinates.
In just one month, Fusang did every outrageous thing he'd never done before. The complaints he received were enough to keep him busy counting for three days and three nights.
Fusang had long since prepared a way to deal with this, so when they came looking for him, he remained calm and wasn't the least bit nervous.
"I've always thought you were too stiff and lacked a human touch. Now that you've finally learned how to enjoy yourself, I'm very pleased."
"This disciple gained a great deal from his trip to the wilderness. It was all thanks to Master's thoughtful intentions that my cultivation advanced so rapidly in such a short time."
Fusang: ??? This isn't how an unhinged person is supposed to be treated!
"And how should you be treated?" the master of the Demon Prison asked gently, stroking the silver chain shackling Fusang's ankle.
"Could it be that A Sang thinks simply locking you up isn't nearly enough?"
Fake unhinged × genuinely unhinged
#There are so many roads in the world, and I fucking picked the narrowest one
Theme: People must change the future with their own hands