Immortal Antiquity's Forbidden One: Burying Every Foe

“Big Sister Empress, can I trade you something other than my primordial yang for a cultivation technique?”

“You have five mismatched spiritual roots. If you won’t dual-cultivate with me, how do you expect to cultivate? And if you can’t cultivate, how will you find your mother? Keep dreaming!”

The Empress’s words left Chen Yang speechless.

Born with five mismatched spiritual roots, he had never seen his mother. Unable to cultivate, he had been called a good-for-nothing for eighteen years. His father had also died while searching for heavenly treasures that could help him cultivate, leaving behind only a marrow-cleansing pool at their sect.

Chen Yang had thought he could use the pool to purge his five mismatched spiritual roots. Instead, someone stole his chance to cultivate in it, and his clansmen took over the place he had called home since childhood.

With nothing left to his name, Chen Yang turned and threw himself into Big Sister Empress’s arms.

“Big Sis, I’ve made up my mind. I don’t want to work hard anymore.”