I transmigrated as the lowest-ranking servant in Qingyun Sect. I have no spiritual roots, and everyone can kick me around.
That is, until I took a kick from the steward...
[Karmic Backlash: Whoever bullies you will pay a hundredfold.]
The steward who kicked me had both legs bent backward on the spot, bone ends poking through his trouser legs. The servant who framed me for stealing pills disgraced himself. The elder who tried to cripple my cultivation lost his power first.
The entire sect went from avoiding me, to currying favor with me, to treating me like an honored ancestor, and finally begging me: please don't hit us.
But the River of Karma can't see me. An enforcer from the Upper Realm comes looking for me, asking which world I was fished out of.
My surname is Ye, and my name is Ye Chen. Whoever wants the seat of Heavenly Dao can have it. I insist on going back to the servant quarters and getting back to sweeping the floor.
