The Trash Pill: Three Cultivations to Emperor

He pretended to be a waste for three years, just to strike with one sword today. Ye Changqing, the most inconspicuous outer disciple of Tianxuan Sect, had his spiritual herbs crushed and was beaten severely, yet he only lay on the ground smiling. Everyone thought he was useless, but they didn't know that in his dantian lay an ancient tomb of pills. Swallowing waste pills, refining broken swords, devouring bones—the trash despised by the world was all nourishment for his growth. Sword cultivators excel at killing, body cultivators are nearly invincible up close, and pill cultivators control hearts. Three cultivations in one body, hiding a sharp edge. The more others cursed him, the stronger he became. When others tried to harm him, he made them die without knowing why. Those saintesses and senior sisters who once looked down on him later tried to cling to him, but he only smiled faintly: 'I only accept loyalty, not regret.' In the sect's minor competition, he crippled the senior brother with one sword. At the alchemy conference, he refined an emperor-grade pill that stunned the crowd. He controlled the elders with pills, used enemies' blades to kill their own people, appearing gentle and refined but calculating every move. When those who once humiliated him knelt at his feet, he handed them a pill: 'Yesterday you gave me injury, today you apologize. Senior sister, would you like a taste?' This is a story of a scheming waste who plays the fool, cultivating sword, body, and pill simultaneously. Ruthless and decisive, never a saint, fast-paced with dense satisfaction.