Nine Tribulations Xuanlu

There is no aura in this world, only lines. The golden thread is grace, the red thread is debt, and the black thread is life. Chen Sui was born with a blind eye, a white mark on his right eye, and could see through the lines of cause and effect between people. For twenty years, he was just a handyman at Zhenpo Pharmacy, guarding his crippled master and putting the threads he picked up into the thirty-six pockets of his gray robe. See it, but don't touch it. Master said: If you touch it, the thread will wrap around you. Until one day, he saw tens of thousands of red threads wrapped around his master's body. He started counting. His right hand moved in the void, like turning an abacus. The more he counted, the hotter his right eye became, and the white mark looked like it was being burned with a soldering iron. He knew it was time to stop, but some debts were either unaccountable or had to be repaid once they were settled. This is a world where "you lose as you get stronger". Cultivation is not about building a furnace in the Dantian, but about counting, cutting and carrying the threads of fate one by one. When Chen Sui went to the Tiandao Book to check that there was no trace of this person, he discovered that his deepest fear was not death—— When you wake up one day, the person you cut off is not the bad relationship, but the only person who is truly good to you. There is sugar hidden in the bitter medicine, gold wrapped in the red thread.