Lin Xuan survived by playing dirty.
He refused to take a master or accept his fate. He sought out the medicinal dregs others looked down on and scavenged the spoils of the dead that no one else dared touch.
With a pain-relieving stone and a broken sword, he clawed his way up from a mountain of corpses among the outer-sect menials. He crushed every obstacle in his path, battled his way through three thousand domains, and ultimately carved his name beyond transcendence.
The world marveled at his peerless talent. Only Lin Xuan knew the truth: there was no such thing as a heaven-blessed genius. He was simply a ruthless man, forged bone by bone.
