Lu Chuan spent three years cultivating spirit fields for the Qingyue Sect.
Three years of hard work earned him not the wages he had been promised, but a bill claiming he owed thirty-seven spirit stones.
The sect said he had received medicinal herbs and food rations, with a complete paper trail to prove it. But Lu Chuan had no idea when he was supposed to have received any of them.
When he refused to accept the debt, they sent him to guard a spirit field that had been abandoned for seven years.
Everyone said nothing could grow there, but Lu Chuan discovered that someone had tampered with the field's irrigation channels long ago.
He had only meant to grow a crop of spirit rice, reclaim his wages, and buy medicine for his gravely ill mother.
Who knew that looking into it would uncover an old account from seven years ago?
That year, Qinghe Field had yielded a rich harvest, yet the people responsible for cultivating it all vanished without a trace. The sect's ledgers recorded just four words: Qinghe Field, grain owed.
From a menial spirit-field worker to an outer-sect disciple, from a patch of wasteland to a spirit vein, Lu Chuan is drawn step by step into the vortex of competing interests in the cultivation world.
He has no illustrious background, nor any stroke of fortune that will let him rise to the top overnight.
He believes in only one principle.
Why should anyone else get to take the grain he grew himself?
This time, he will collect every debt owed to him, one by one.
