Pacify the North, Become a Saint, and Rule the World!

The Northern Di invaders send smoke signals across the land, and the chaotic age is a furnace.

Lu Qing was born a stablehand, and even breathing was an act of overstepping his station. People said those in lowly trades shared the fate of livestock, and that when they died, all they deserved was a hole in the ground.

He refused to accept his lot.

He was determined to free himself from servitude.

One night, a stone tablet in his sea of consciousness rang on its own, and the Daily Dao Appraisal opened.

Save a life, and gain a technique;

slay an enemy, and gather baleful energy;

where his needle passed, flesh grew on withered bones;

when his baleful aura rose, a thousand armies scattered;

where his feet fell, ten thousand bones turned to dust.

From then on, dying warhorses at the frontier stood again because of him, and demon kings on the verge of death deep in the mountains lived because of him. Years later, the world finally learned that wherever the silver needle in the hand of that lowly figure from the stable landed, all living things bowed their heads.

From stablehand to Martial Saint Who Guards the Nation, he would make everyone remember the name Lu Qing.