Mending the Heavenly Dao

You have been counting for a long time. You don't remember when it started, and you don't remember how many rounds you've counted before. You only know that the people you know are being crossed off the ledger one by one. You ask others, and they say there was never such a person. Only you remember. You look down at your hand. That thread is shorter again. The last person crossed off said only one sentence before leaving: "No need to come tomorrow." You count how many times are left before it's your turn? Shen Lian arrives in this bizarre cultivation world that is being "mended," becoming a lowly cook who could be erased as a patch at any moment. Fortunately, he can see the threads of fate. The life threads of the living, the broken threads of the dead, and the huge heavenly seam in the sky. On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, the steward hands him an extra portion of New Year goods, pronouncing his death sentence. Facing the red and white demons all over the mountains, twenty-three people are waiting to die. Shen Lian silently picks up the firewood knife. Cutting the threads of the bizarre, he can plunder vitality; but for every person he saves, his own life thread shortens. Since the rules want me dead, then I will sever this sky full of seams! — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Mending the Heavenly Dao — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠