Fragments of the Immortal Path: A Stick Figure Helps Me Rebuild the Immortal Sect

On the day his sect was wiped out, the servant boy Xiaochuan found a scorched fragment of a book.

There were no elixirs or cultivation manuals, only a stick figure drawn with a few strokes. The fellow was forever collapsing from exhaustion, sprawled on the ground and panting.

He said, “Every cultivation method on this continent is wrong. The harder you train, the sooner you die.”

He also said, “The weeds beneath your feet are spirit ore, and the scrap iron in your hand is a divine weapon.”

Xiaochuan took his words to heart.

In that rotten sect, he and a group of companions written off as useless began conducting quiet experiments.

Pills that didn’t blow up the furnace? Because the fire was too dirty.

Talismans that didn’t burst into flames? Because the energy was too wild.

No one noticed what they were doing. Not until Xiaochuan took the iron key in his hand and opened the forbidden door that had been sealed for a hundred years.

Only then did the entire cultivation world come to its senses:

“I’m not rebuilding trash. I’m remaking the Dao tradition.”