A Mortal’s Record of Observing People

I came from the dust, and I will ascend to the highest heavens.

Qin Mo is a mine slave at the lowest level of the Lingguang Mine. He has no spiritual roots, no connections, and only a pair of eyes.

He's good at reading people.

A veteran mine slave who survived for twenty years passed him a fragmentary scripture on his deathbed: The Art of Reading People.

It doesn't teach cultivation or grant supernatural abilities. It teaches just one thing:

How to read people.

See through their hearts and human nature. See what a person thinks, fears, and wants.

Some call it a crooked path.

But with it, Qin Mo crawls out of the mine, fights his way through the ranks of rogue cultivators, and finds his path through the cracks between the five great powers.

Those who look down on him have their trump cards seen through.

Those who want to use him have their schemes exposed.

Those who want to kill him? He can see the blade, and the hand gripping it.

Until one day, he realizes that what he's reading isn't people.

It's the heavens.

[Mortals read people, and in reading people, they read their hearts. Beyond the human heart, is there a heart of heaven?]