For every MC that rises to the heavens, countless side characters bite the dust. This is a first-person anthology of the tragic stories of the mountains of corpses that lost their voices under the damage caused by the unfair tropes.
"Molesting the cultivation world, one trope at a time."

The Stepping Stones

A small argument, a heated debate, whatever it was, my response had always been a simple punch. 


There was something captivating about simple violence and coming out on top in a brawl. 


My father always used to beat me for it. Heh, how ironic. Perhaps, he didn't know that I never stopped learning. 


To me, it was just another kind of training where I had to find the best way to duck, dive, and dip to dodge his movements, and then, when he got angry the training shifted to twisting my body in ways that would allow him to inflict the least amount of pain. 


His mad beatings fortified me, only making me stronger over time. What I was more afraid of were my mother's tears and emotional lectures whenever the parents of weak kids that I had defeated came to our home with their complaints. 


In a small town like ours where elders of the community had more influence than the authorities, I was a known outlaw. 


Mt Tai(1)