Nuo Opera Slays Gods: I Take Disciples from All Heavens with the Ten Thousand Arts of China

After transmigrating to the cultivation world for ninety years, Ji Yu is still at the ninth level of Qi Refining, with only fifteen days left to live. He occupies the sect’s finest spiritual vein, yet he is the laughingstock of the entire sect. At a hundred years old, he’s a good-for-nothing who can’t even find a single disciple to take in. Every year, people from First Peak come knocking, waiting for him to surrender his position as peak master. And yet he has maxed out his skills in alchemy, artifact crafting, talismans, formations, farming, and cooking. No one knows that, with his life about to end, his final draw gave him a legendary golden reward. Others cultivate immortality with spiritual roots. He does it by taking on disciples. A cursed girl born without spiritual roots? He takes her in, and a Nuo opera mask banishes every evil. A poor boy born with a mute meridian? He takes him in, and one belly-voiced shout splits mountains and rivers. Metal-deficient meridians, the fate of a heavenly calamity, a body of myriad poisons… The world casts them aside like rubbish, but he takes them all in and teaches them the myriad arts of Huaxia: molten iron flower displays, Miaojiang poison arts, summoning gods through Nuo opera, and bringing souls to life with shadow puppets. With every step his disciples grow stronger, his cultivation surges exponentially. Then the extraterritorial heavenly demons break through the realm, devouring all immortal arts and spiritual power, while the sect’s prodigies stand helpless before their doom. Ji Yu stands with his hands behind his back. His twelve disciples unleash their Huaxia arts, and the demons and gods filling the sky are reduced to ashes. He smiles faintly. “Cultivating immortality? We cultivate the human way.”