An orphan boy in the wilderness, with no name or surname, relies on his hands to know medicine to survive.
A strange weed that shouldn't exist, a page of incomplete skills, and an old mirror with "Qian Kun" engraved on it, three mysterious things of origin, pulled him out from under the cannibal tax money.
He didn't want to be a bird in someone's cage. He would rather starve in the wind than bow his head and sign the offer of selling himself. Cut off the source of medicine? He changed his appearance and started a new business; couldn't he unravel the intricate dark web? He borrowed a knife to break the situation and let his opponent's knife slash at his opponent's neck.
But he soon discovered that he had already stepped into a larger net. The "death medicine" in the deep valley, the living people transported at night, the occasional strange light on the edge of the mirror...
He relies on no one and is not afraid of anyone.
The lonely boy holds a mirror, and the grass and trees serve as soldiers.
The world didn't give him a way to survive, so he fought his way to heaven from the medicine basket.
He is a solitary cultivator, crossing the steps alone on the cruel immortal path and traveling the world alone.
No harem, no sect to rely on, focusing on freedom and rebellion.
