Pacify the North, Become a Saint, and Rule the World!

The Northern Di tribes' beacons burn, and the troubled times are a furnace.

Lu Qingsheng was born a stable slave, where even breathing counted as an act of presumption. The world says those in lowly trades share the fate of livestock: when they die, they aren't worth more than a pit in the ground.

He refused to accept his lot.

He was determined to free himself from servitude.

One night, a stone tablet in his sea of consciousness rang out on its own, and the Daily Dao Appraisal opened.

Save a life, gain a technique;

Slay an enemy, gather baleful energy;

Where his needles pass, flesh grows on withered bones;

When his baleful aura rises, a thousand troops scatter;

Where his feet fall, ten thousand bones turn to dust.

From then on, dying warhorses on the frontier stood again because of him, and demon kings on the verge of death in the deep mountains lived because of him. Years later, the world finally learned that wherever the silver needles in the hand of that lowly figure from the stables landed, all living things bowed their heads.

From stable slave to Martial Saint Who Guards the Nation, he would make sure everyone remembered the name Lu Qing.