Xie Li was an obscure junior disciple on Yufeng Mountain. He knew nothing of his birth or his origins. He had spent twenty years on Yufeng Mountain, yet had never learned a single move or even one line of cultivation. It was not that Xie Li was stupid; his master simply refused to teach him. When asked why, his master gave no answer, and his fellow disciples had no idea either. They all treated him like a good-for-nothing. His senior disciples bullied him, his junior disciples ostracized him, and in the end they beat him so badly that they threw him out of the mountain gate.
But disaster turned out to be a blessing in disguise. He embarked on a path of cultivation, body refinement, treasure hunting, and pursuit of immortality, and gradually uncovered the truth of his origins. Yet because of his birth, he was once again shunned by other cultivators: he was both immortal and demonic by nature. Xie Li could not help but ask: Where lay the way of cultivation, and why did people cultivate at all? Unfortunately, the events of his twenty years on Yufeng Mountain had clouded his vision, leading him to believe that all cultivators in the world were bullies and frauds, stealing fame under false pretenses. They were all called heroes by the world, yet no one realized they were the true demons. Such people did not deserve to be called cultivators. Xie Li was nearly consumed by darkness within, wanting to burn every last crow in the world. Fortunately, he met a group of like-minded companions, and together they embarked on a journey of cultivation filled with love and friendship, passion and humanity, laughter and sorrowful farewells.
