Broken Jade Line

Su Xuan picked up the broken tiles on the ground and slashed his forehead. Blood dripped down his eyebrows and into his neck. He stared at Liu Hong who was kicking the door to grab the cake, and pushed the tile into the wound again: "If you touch half of the cake in my house again, I will die at your feet now." He is a handyman at the lowest level of Cangyun Sect, with mixed spiritual roots, second level of Qi Entrainment, and his life is as cheap as the gravel in the back mountain. Three years after joining the sect, he was robbed of his title for three years and kicked out of the door for three years. The original owner had a high fever the night before, and quietly died of thirst on a pile of moldy straw. There is no system, no chance. The broken jade picked up in the back mountain is a piece of scrap that no one wants - it only lifts 30% of the spirit, only half the breath when it gets cold, and doesn't even have any serious supernatural powers. If you use it too much, you have to slow down by yourself. It was worthless to a high-level monk, but that was enough for Su Xuan. Enough to take a punch, enough to get one step closer, enough to open a crack in a desperate situation. Others rely on their cultivation to crush others, but he relies on his ruthlessness to gamble with his life and his brain to settle accounts. Understand the rules of the sect, understand the weak points of management, and gain a firm foothold in the mud of the courtyard step by step. Qualification determines the starting point, and character determines the end point. A piece of scrap jade, a dead life, from the mud of mortal world, step out a path to the Nine Heavens.