The Third Son of the Yang Family Doesn’t Cultivate Immortality

He doesn't believe that “the Way cannot be taught in words.”

He counts the cycles of circulating energy as Dao sequences, records condensation times in tables, and plots medicinal-herb extraction rates as curves. Five years' worth of torn-up papers lie piled beside his pillow, every page bearing the same words:

Measurable, bounded, reproducible.

The world says: Water is the Great Dao, profound and mysterious beyond understanding.

He says: Heavy water is a cage; nuclear force is a blade.

These are not the ramblings of a madman.

This is the first declaration of war against a world that has monopolized the Dao, delivered by a “mediocrely gifted” young man after fourteen years of effort.

He doesn't want to rule as king or emperor.

On a supercontinent with trillions upon trillions of people, under the blockade of the Ten Great Sects and ancient sages, he wants to...