Life of a Cultivator

Yan Liang’s father spent forty years in loyal service to the Zhang Family of cultivators, only to die in a freak incident that barely earned a footnote. As compensation, the Zhang Family sent a hundred taels of gold, enough for any mortal to live out his days in comfort. Yan Liang spent every last coin at the black market to buy a shady spirit awakening pill from an unverified merchant, gambling everything for a single chance to step onto the path of cultivation. The pill was fake. And poisonous. Yan Liang died. The one who woke up in his body afterward was me. I can’t say I blame him. In this cut-throat world where might makes right, the temptation of power is too great to ignore. Also, with the seemingly mundane side effects of my transmigration, I might just have a chance Yan Liang never had.