The Martial Saint of Great Qian

"No one helps me reach the clouds; I shall tread snow to the summit." Chen Ping'an's original ambition was modest—simply to survive in this world, keep his head down, and protect his younger sister. Just a few more months of work, and he could clear his debts. When the next stipend came, he would buy his sister something good to eat—it had been so long since they last had meat. With eight qian of silver a month, once the debts were paid, he could even start saving. Then one day, under a cascade of clear, luminous light and brilliant starlight, he discovered a way of cultivation meant for him alone. "Sir, the wind is strong—shall I fetch you a cloak?" "This humble officer greets you—may you live a thousand years, a thousand thousand years!" "By the Grand Commander's strict order, the mountain city is under martial law—any who dare disturb the peace shall be executed without mercy!" As he rises, he crosses paths with noble daughters of great clans, enchantresses of the demonic sects, heirs of hidden lineages, regional viceroys, titans of the evil path, ancestral patriarchs of orthodox sects, princesses of the dynasty, and peerless prodigies of every stripe. Time flows like water, and when he looks back, he stands at the pinnacle of martial power. This is the story of a lowly temporary constable who, step by step, ascends to the absolute apex of the martial way. The grand design? Without him, there is no grand design.