The young alchemist Mu Xian felt crushed by the pressure. He had a bright future ahead of him, but bad luck transmigrated him ten thousand years into the past. Fine. In this age when martial arts lay dormant, at least he could use his vast knowledge and skills from his previous life to forge the future. But he soon discovered that this life was even more miserable: he had no money, no strength, and no status. Worst of all, he was born with severed meridians and could not cultivate.
Mu Xian raised his middle finger to the heavens. If fate treated him this way, then he would create his own glory!
Short on money? Refine sacred pills and amass boundless wealth!
No strength? Use supreme sacred medicine to forge his bones, restore his meridians, defy fate, and shatter the void!
No status? Then he would trample countless corpses on his way to the supreme throne that was rightfully his!
