A Guide to Exposing Fakes in the Cultivation World

Three thousand years ago, the first wave of transmigrators arrived in Jiuzhou. Those were wonderful times. At least for the transmigrators. The people back then hadn't seen much of the world. Recite a couple of poems, and they called you a literary genius. Make a little soap or glass, and they called it an ingenious invention. Know which mountain ravine was home to an old master, and they said you were blessed with great fortune. And if you were lucky enough to transmigrate into a book you'd read, that was something else entirely. Today, snatch the protagonist's opportunity. Tomorrow, join a hidden sect ahead of time. The day after, stand in the back row of an auction house, spot a dingy piece of scrap iron everyone else has dismissed, and have your eyes light up on the spot. "Three hundred spirit stones." Everyone nearby laughed at him for being a fool. Only he knew what it contained: the legacy of an ancient Sword Immortal. In those days, making money as a transmigrator was easy. So was cultivating. Until the second wave of transmigrators arrived. Then the third. The fourth. The hundredth. Three thousand years later. Things had gradually begun to change...