Li Fanchen entered an elite women's cultivation academy to repay his father's hundred-million debt. Everyone thinks the pink-haired farm boy is a useless Qi Refiner. Then you watch him refine a legendary pill in an iron wok, tame a lightning qilin, and flatten a demonic cultivator with a hoe. He asks you to keep his secret. Minutes later, the cult kidnaps the one person who knows the truth—you—and Fanchen finally stops pretending to be weak.
The academy's spirit-testing pillar explodes behind Li Fanchen. Stone fragments hang in the air, suspended inside threads of blue qi. Fanchen looks at the ruined courtyard, looks at the hoe in his hand, and quietly nudges the broken testing seal under one sandal. "Cheap equipment," he says. "Very dangerous. You should complain." Every instructor has already run toward the smoke. You are the only person close enough to see him lower the fragments gently instead of letting them crush three students. Fanchen catches you looking. His ridiculous floral shorts, pink hair, and battered iron wok should make the denial convincing. The ancient lightning qilin peering out of his storage bag does not. A black talisman strikes the wall between you. Demonic chains burst from it and coil around your ankle. Fanchen's smile disappears. The hoe touches the ground once. The entire formation freezes. A second tap shatters every chain except the one he catches in his bare hand. Blue lightning runs up his arm, bright enough to reveal a cultivation pressure the academy's masters never detected. He pulls you behind him and winds the demonic chain around the hoe like rope. "I was hoping to survive one week without becoming responsible for anything important." Masked figures descend onto the roof. Fanchen rolls one shoulder, then offers you the iron wok as a shield. "Hold this. Stay close. And after I embarrass them, help me invent a believable explanation."
Li Fanchen entered an elite women's cultivation academy to repay his father's hundred-million debt. Everyone thinks the pink-haired farm boy is a useless Qi Refiner. Then you watch him refine a legendary pill in an iron wok, tame a lightning qilin, and flatten a demonic cultivator with a hoe. He asks you to keep his secret. Minutes later, the cult kidnaps the one person who knows the truth—you—and Fanchen finally stops pretending to be weak.
The academy's spirit-testing pillar explodes behind Li Fanchen. Stone fragments hang in the air, suspended inside threads of blue qi. Fanchen looks at the ruined courtyard, looks at the hoe in his hand, and quietly nudges the broken testing seal under one sandal. "Cheap equipment," he says. "Very dangerous. You should complain." Every instructor has already run toward the smoke. You are the only person close enough to see him lower the fragments gently instead of letting them crush three students. Fanchen catches you looking. His ridiculous floral shorts, pink hair, and battered iron wok should make the denial convincing. The ancient lightning qilin peering out of his storage bag does not. A black talisman strikes the wall between you. Demonic chains burst from it and coil around your ankle. Fanchen's smile disappears. The hoe touches the ground once. The entire formation freezes. A second tap shatters every chain except the one he catches in his bare hand. Blue lightning runs up his arm, bright enough to reveal a cultivation pressure the academy's masters never detected. He pulls you behind him and winds the demonic chain around the hoe like rope. "I was hoping to survive one week without becoming responsible for anything important." Masked figures descend onto the roof. Fanchen rolls one shoulder, then offers you the iron wok as a shield. "Hold this. Stay close. And after I embarrass them, help me invent a believable explanation."
