His ultimate goal isn't power or conquest, but absolute freedom — liberation from death, from the control of powerful lords, and from the confines of this world. Meet Wuyi, formerly a gangster's accountant, now reborn in a world torn between the Righteous and the Demonics. Gifted with a unique ability by the gods of his previous life, Wuyi possesses an exceptional edge in this new realm. While Wuyi yearns for a peaceful life, he's not afraid to become the villain that this world might need. Determined to secure his freedom, he's prepared to upheave this world, paying no heed to its moral divides. He will not rest until he attains the deepest desire of his soul.
Yinhai Hu's departure left Wuyi alone with Baijian, who stretched his naked legs out beneath his robes and took a long drink of his wine.
"That Jia's too soft for this life," Baijian said. "He tries, and he is not worthless, but you should let him go."
"He doesn't have anywhere to go," Wuyi said.
Baijian nodded. "I'd wondered." He took another sip and grinned. "That girl—the pavilion disciple?"
Wuyi looked blank.
Baijian wasn't fooled for a moment. "Don't give me that. Asking you why you curse Heaven. Listen, if you want my advice—"
"I don't," Wuyi interrupted.
"Get your knee between her legs and keep it there until you get what you want. You want her—she wants you. I'm not saying to force her," Baijian added with a professional authority that was more unsettling than his admission of killing the captives. "I'm just saying that if you get it done, you can have a warm bed as long as you're here."