I, the Insole King, Specialize in Beating Cultivators

"You, a mere insole seller, how dare you strike an immortal master?" Chen Yan didn't answer. He bent down and picked up half a green brick from the ground. The brick corner still had the blood of the previous immortal master. Something in his brain went "click" — [Bullying an innocent mortal. Settled.] And then, nothing else. The immortal master was already lying on the ground. From then on, everyone in the Eastern Market knew — a mortal selling insoles could grow golden leaves in his palm and exchange withered leaves for power. Curse him once, and he'd make you kneel and empty your spirit stones. Step on him once, and he'd flip your spirit beast and hang the immortal second generation on a flagpole to feed insoles. Cripple his seventeen neighbors? He'd block the ruins and make the golden core prodigy pay with his life. The chief of the Taixu Sword Sect knelt and offered a sword token for him to join the sect, but he made them return to the Eastern Market every year to burn incense for mortals. The inner sect elder presented a golden invitation for him to enter the immortal sect, but he tore it up on the street and stuffed it into a beggar's bowl. By the time he had slapped the entire cultivation world's face swollen, those lofty immortals realized — he wasn't trying to slap anyone's face. He came to smash the entire cultivation world. Because heaven is unjust, and someone must stand for mortals. "My mother said, as long as the flower is here, home is here. You smashed my home, I'll smash your heaven."