There’s an unwritten rule in the cultivator world: you can swear brotherhood with people from the demonic path, but never become related to Han Yu.
Ever heard of the Night-Blooming Epiphyllum Pill? Take one and your aptitude becomes heaven-defying at night, only to turn you into a good-for-nothing at sunrise. This damn pill, diluted with water, has supplied other sects with over a hundred “geniuses.”
Would you take a pill that heals your severe injuries but wastes all your true essence? One Benevolence and Evil-Removal Pill can even heal Dao wounds, but there’s a catch: while recovering, you have to keep doing good deeds without stopping. Stop, and you die. As luck would have it, a demonic path overlord took one.
Being hunted by your enemies? Having an eighty-year-old mother won’t help, but just say, “I’ve taken Alchemist Han’s pills,” and everyone will sympathize. Both the orthodox and demonic paths erupt in outrage: Damn it, which bastard brought this guy into the cultivator world...?
