Chaos Heaven Mastering Art

On the spirit testing platform, the bluestone slab only lit up with half a faint glow. The steward lowered his head and wrote three words: Unranked. Mo Wuming was judged a waste disciple at twelve, entered the Fengyun Sect's herb garden as a menial at thirteen, and at fifteen was still stuck at the first level of Qi Refining. That day, a guest from the Tianyou Pavilion casually crushed the three-leaf green ganoderma he had tended for half a year. He struck back with a bamboo slip, was knocked down with one palm, had two ribs broken, and was punished to go alone into the Black Stone Ravine to gather three Yin Nether Grasses within three days—a place where even Qi Transformation realm disciples wouldn't dare venture deep together. At the bottom of the ravine, when the iron-backed wolf pounced, he could no longer crawl. Blood flowed into the crevices, and the stone suddenly turned hot. A tiny light lit up in the deep darkness, very small but very steady, as if it had been waiting there for a long time. Others rely on spiritual roots; he has none. Others seek cultivation methods; he has an entire "Chaos Heaven Mastering Art" in his mind, but he can't understand it—whatever his cultivation level, that's how much he comprehends. Fengyun Sect is at the bottom, yet he is determined to make it stand at the pinnacle of Qingyang. Destroy the Tianyou Pavilion, pacify the Yuetian Sect, break through the three great forbidden lands, and finally ask the unseen Youhun Hall: For this thousand-year debt, who will pay? Others seek immortality; he seeks only one thing: those who crushed his three-leaf green ganoderma back then—may none of them die too comfortably. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Chaos Heaven Mastering Art — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠