by Voidquil
Xu Yuan was supposed to die a cripple. Black Crane Sect took his legs, his fiancée, and his future. Soul-nails sealed his cultivation. The Young Master smiled while elders drove a saber toward his neck. Then the heavens cracked. A black jade slip bearing the word *死* — Death — fell from the void and chose him. Now Xu Yuan walks. He feels no pain. No fear. No remorse. Every death only makes him colder, stronger, and closer to the thing the jade calls an *Immortal Soul*. The sects branded him a waste. Now they’ll beg him to stay dead. With power that severs cultivation and erases emotion, Xu Yuan will climb from the execution square to the throne of heaven itself. Elders will break. Geniuses will kneel. And the Young Master who ruined him will learn what it means to be hunted by a man who has nothing left to lose — because he has nothing left to _feel_. *Tags*: Xianxia, Progression Fantasy, Anti-Hero, Revenge, Weak to Strong, Grimdark *Warning*: Violence, torture, morally grey MC. No harem.
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