My Fate Was Split into Eight Pieces. I'll Take It Back, Stroke by Stroke

On the night of the Investiture Platform, my destiny was split into eight parts and given to eight chosen prodigies.

They received their titles in red finery, while I was shackled and sent to the mines.

Everyone said I'd gone mad cultivating and destroyed my own spiritual roots. Only the charred remnant scroll in my arms recognized me: whoever stole my destiny, it would write their name.

I don't cry out that I've been wronged, and I'm in no hurry to die. I just keep accounts.

From the mines to the prison city, from the prefectural capital to the Investiture Platform, whoever owes me, I'll collect every last bit, with interest.

The day I settle all eight debts, the entire Bureau of Fate Weighing will have to bow their heads and take a good look at what they stole from me.