The Book of Faith and Redemption

At seven years old, Shen Zhao died in a mass grave. Then he woke up there again.

In this life, he had a furnace in his hands. The furnace refined medicine, but what it recognized was neither skill nor a recipe. It recognized one thing: trust. The more people who trusted him, the more the medicine recognized him. Only when their trust reached its peak could he refine the one and only Root-Knowing Pill.

The people he had to save were the thirty-seven names in the family register. The names had not all been crossed out, so not everyone was dead yet. All thirty-seven members of the Shen family, along with the one extra person who should have been there long ago, were waiting for this batch of medicine.

But in his previous life, he had used other people's trust as kindling, burning it all away, and burned himself to death in the process. In this life, he had to atone for that debt.

Most absurd of all, the first person in this world willing to trust him was the executioner who had slaughtered his entire family with a blade seven years ago: Zhou Scar. A man with Shen family blood on his hands, a night watchman who guarded the mass grave and waited to "restore their names."

Trust must never be used as kindling. Atonement is the only right path.