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

By that time, my parents were already old, so I handled customers most of the time. I had grown up in the same place and was aware of the habits and preferences of most of them. 


Some liked sugar in their tea, some liked lemons, some liked more milk, some more compliments. It was different for everyone, but one thing I noticed, was shared by all of them. 


Everyone that came to our shop near the mayor's office was an ambitious person. Their ambitions were bigger than their own and their lives, too short for those ambitions. 


This case was similar to cultivators somehow, the mysterious section of society that flew around on flying swords and spent most of their lives in towering mountains, away from the hubbub of the human society. 


Ironically enough, even people like them, with seemingly endless lifespans and the strength to move mountains, fell prey to their own darker emotions. 


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