Jiuyuan Lianzhenlu

In the year 1912 of the Jiuyuan calendar, in the Corpse Valley of the Northern Territory, Chen Jiuzheng, a handyman with a broken body, pried his ribs apart. He had no spiritual roots and no adventure. His only source of support was the half-broken page of the "Book of Changes" left by his parents. The page only recorded basic hexagrams, but it became the confidence for him to survive for three years.​ Here, the White Bone Sect exchanges living souls and extraterrestrial Yin Erosion for the Black Demonic Sword, and the purple rays of corpse crystals will eat people into demonic puppets; "cultivation" is the privilege of the elite, and the handymen will either become corpse refiners, or be eaten by the demonic energy. Chen Jiu met Lin Mo, the expelled medical officer of Zixiao, and saw that the Dark Purple Demon Sword, the Black Pattern and the Corpse Crystal had the same origin, and then he realized that the Corpse Cultivator used the human lives of the Corpse Valley to feed the evil spirits.​ He has no extraordinary skills, and only relies on magic to deduce the path of the soul. He uses spiritual vein stream water and Bodhi leaf powder to purify corpse crystals, and predicts the enemy's weaknesses in life and death to throw silver needles. Later, more than 20 low-level servants were gathered together to teach "digging crystals during the ugly time and meditating during the Yin time", refining the body tempering elixir to make up for the shortfall, using the "Tongren Gua" array to resist the magic sword, and building the "Cang Sheng Xuan League" - without the gorgeous mountain gate, only the Qingling Valley stream and the rough cloth alliance flag.​ This is a true mortal flow fairy tale: the protagonist "Golden Finger" is a combination of the magic skills honed in three years, the observation skills practiced in Corpse Valley, and the ruthlessness to protect his companions. From the shabby hut to the middle realm formation, they proved that even without spiritual roots, they can avoid danger with wisdom, resist evil with courage, and earn a living for themselves and more people. When the purple mist billowed in the fissures in the Northern Territory, Chen Jiu clasped the remaining pages and smiled: "Spells can't calculate destiny, but they can calculate where we should go!