Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World

Even though he knew that his Life Chart restrains father, restrains mother, restrains the entire family—that in this life he is fated to be solitary, that the better a Cultivator treats him the faster they die, and they will even become nourishment upon his own body.

Over these years in the Blood River Sect, he had already misfortune‑killed quite a few of his masters, as well as senior and junior brothers.

And now, the entire Blood River Sect from top to bottom, including the Mahayana Ancestors, had all been misfortune‑killed.

He felt that the Evil Qi and bad luck on his body had already soared to the heavens.

No matter where he walks, it will cause endless casualties among living beings.

”Hah, do you even need to ask? Of course they were killed by your misfortune.”

”The power of your Immortal Grade Destiny Star of Celestial Slaughter and Solitude is already no weaker than a Seven-Colored Life Chart.”

”Even an Immortal can’t withstand the bad luck of your Celestial Slaughter and Solitude Star.”

”One could say you’re a heaven‑born prodigy, naturally suited to cultivate the Dao of Misfortune.”

Just then, an aged voice came from within Ji Xingyao’s body.

The speaker was Ji Xingyao’s随身老爷爷, who called himself Peach Blossom Daoist. In former days he had been a Golden Immortal, cultivating the Dao of Misfortune, and in the Immortal Realm he had been fairly renowned.

Not ”fairly renowned,” really—more like a rat scurrying across the street.

Because Immortals who cultivate the Dao of Misfortune inevitably incur the hostility of countless other Immortals. After all, wherever such an Immortal appears, there will inevitably be blood and storm, heavy tribulations, and endless deaths and injuries.

As long as you stay together with an Immortal of this Dao, you’re guaranteed to suffer catastrophic bad luck.

Even if it isn’t the Peach Blossom Daoist striking personally, merely being implicated by his misfortune will cause tremendous losses among many Immortals.

So the result is obvious: Immortals who cultivate the Dao of Misfortune are basically existences that cannot show their faces.

Once they’re discovered by other Immortals, they are killed without mercy.

Though you can’t really blame the other Immortals.

It’s simply because every Immortal who cultivates the Dao of Misfortune is a selfish bastard who harms others for their own gain.

They Devour the Destiny of the masses and spread misfortune.

They use the Destiny of all living beings to aid their own cultivation.

Put bluntly: the more miserable everyone else is, the more people die, the greater the benefits they receive.

Basically, many of the tribulations across the Immortal Realm are all instigated by them.

They’re practically the plague gods of the Immortal Realm, even more terrifying than Demons.

Thus Immortals who cultivate the Dao of Misfortune are, without exception, Celestial Slaughter and Solitude Stars.

”This...”

Ji Xingyao was stunned into silence, not knowing what he should say.

Although the Blood River Sect was indeed an Evil Dao Sect, and everyone in it was quite the ”talent”—every senior brother a mass murderer, committing every imaginable atrocity—overall, they had still greatly aided his cultivation.