Vulture Heroes, Smoking Swordsman [Self-Destructive Wuxia]

A mad hermit sought to cultivate the ability to transmute smoke in the lungs into demonic Qi. He figured it out, but burned out his Jing, his life force, so badly that he took five steps out of the cave where he wrote the scripture upon the walls and instantly died. A beggar stumbled upon the cave and, with the invention of movable block type, widely distributed it as a cultivation pamphlet at every street corner, making himself rich. But he transcribed it poorly, giving everyone who practiced it 'as written' heart palpitations and stomach ulcers.An illiterate drug dealer asked his drunk friend to read it to him, but the drunk friend slurred and said "Xu Huo" instead of "Xin Huo"- the Fire of Exhaustion, not the Fire of the Heart.And because of that error, within an error, within an error... it worked.WHAT TO EXPECT:This is just a bog-standard Wuxia (maybe Xianxia later, if... we can actually get there) action/comedy, with subversive elements, about a drug dealer, a virginal courtesan, a drunken thug, and a degenerate gambler. The four vices. Yep. Nothing more to see here. This is not a deconstruction of the genre. It is a homage.NOTE:That being said, if you want to keep it that way, don't, I repeat, don't translate the Chinese dialogue. [participant in the April Writathon]