This Evil Art Hurts the Body? Then I Must Train Even Harder!

After ten years in a daze, Ji Yun suddenly awakens to the truth. Only when he comes of age does he remember that he had originally transmigrated.

In this cruel world, survival means fighting and scrambling for everything.

Ji Yun resolutely sets out on the path of martial arts.

But the martial path is full of hardships, and orthodox techniques are abstruse and difficult to understand. Without a solid foundation, they’re impossible to master.

With time running short, he has no choice but to find a shortcut.

Looking at the four words “Blessings Shift Misfortune” on the panel before him, Ji Yun smiles with relief.

If the side effects of cultivation can be transferred, what is there to think about?

What? Practicing this method will freeze your meridians and leave you crippled? Let’s do it!

What? Training in this evil art will build up fire poison inside you and cloud your mind? Let’s do it!

And this one says you have to... never mind, there’s no time for that. Let’s do it!

Many years later, the world looks up at Ji Yun, who stands proudly at the peak of the righteous path, and cannot help asking:

“Celestial Venerable Ji, why is your Human Sovereign Banner giving off black smoke?”

Ji Yun’s expression is solemn, and every gesture reveals his transcendent bearing.

“Watch your words, fellow Daoist. That is clearly primordial violet energy so dark it appears black.”