I am what most dream to be a reincarnated person in a magical cultivation world but life didn't turn out good like in all the light novels I read I was born in a poor village without a chance to grow in the world my father was a hunter who spent most of his money on liquor and whores my mother was sold off into slavery to pay my father's gambling debt when I was eight the only reason I wasn't sold as well was because that drunk forgot I existed until he came back the same evening and beat me for it.

luckily in my previous life I used to go hunting with my uncle who taught me how to survive in the wild and how to cook because I wasn't rich or smart enough to attend a good school so after I turned ten I decided to steal my father's gear and strike out on my own moving from place to place selling my kills while trying to figure out how cultivation works.

At twelve I finally saved up enough to pay the entrance fee to join one of the smaller sects as I learned more about cultivation I realized that I was not talented enough to grow stronger by using the righteous path and I didn't believe in fairness so even though I was considered an intellectual genius in the sect I was considered a waste cultivator the only reason I was not thrown out immediately was that I was able to help others to receive enlightenment which helped the sect immensely but I was unsatisfied.

Because of my trash cultivation I was made to handle all the menial tasks such as identifying kills & task completions, cleaning the yard, disposal and purchasing resources for the sect using these responsibilities I was able to secretly build up money and acquire demonic techniques in secret to boost my my strength in a world where might makes right the weak have no right to complain and I was sick of it, sick of having no authority or respect, sick of being a stepping stone to help others to reach greater heights while I toil endlessly without any results.

Now at sixteen I was expelled from the sect when they figured out that I was secretly stealing money from the sect as my cultivation was never anything special to them they didn't destroy it not realizing it had grown immensely through demonic cultivation techniques the whole time I remained in the sect I gained many low level demonic techniques but just a week before I was discovered I found two mid grade techniques that focuses on sex and ghosts that I have fused to breed a type of demonic ghost creatures as I wasn't likely to gain anything else except the ire of the sect I used to belong to I immediately left that city.

I wandered around the continent making a name for myself by hunting down criminals, finding relics and even learning alchemy and weapon refinement as a rouge cultivator I didn't have a sect to handle those things naturally I had to do it myself all while hiding the fact that I am a demonic cultivator I also made a name for myself at brothels as it was required for my cultivation and also because I am a man I became an expert in the arts of sex and seduction refining my cultivation by studying different techniques making it more sophisticated.

Eventually I got picked up by a demonic sect I worked my way up the the ranks as best I could completing tasks that others couldn't but for some reason my cultivation stalled and I couldn't make any progress no matter what I did before before long I turned thirty-seven and once again I was watching others pass me by finally one of the sect elders took pity on me and allowed me into the most secure area of the sect's library to find my answer I looked for months at the different techniques studied various forms of alchemy and arrays until I had gone through the entire library it was then that the man that recruited me to the sect walked up to me with a smile and dropped a scroll into my hands.

The scroll detailed how the identity amulets of the sect can be used to drain someone's cultivation causing it to slow or stop and pass it on to whomever or whatever the sect decided finally at the very bottom it said that if the amulet was used too long than that person would never be able to have a breakthrough in his or her cultivation ever again in their life the next level would be forever out of reach after I finished reading the man that recruited me, the sect master's son, the man that I thought was my friend laughed at my despair and I realized that it was him who robbed me of my chance and in my rage I snapped and before he could react I stabbed him in his heart with a poison blade I always kept with me when I realized what I had done I ran after hiding the body and sabotaging the sect to reveal it's location.

I spent the rest my days doing as much damage to the sect as I could giving everything I knew about the demonic sect to any and all righteous organizations until the sect master himself found me I knew I couldn't out run him anymore so I decided to escape him before he got to me I swallowed a fast acting poison as I felt the life drain from my body I saw the sect master break-in to the room I gave him one last smile just before my life left me completely.