From Poor Boy to the Pinnacle of Jianghu

They say that in the jianghu, one is never truly free—but who truly understands the weight behind those eight words? At twenty, I packed my belongings and threw myself headlong into that tumultuous world. I have known both destitution and wealth, taken blows and dealt them in return. The jianghu is a bundle that carries everything: fame, fortune, status, and friends, yet also burdens, slander, provocation, and betrayal. I placed myself squarely on the board, maneuvering with calculated precision at every turn, and carved out my own domain beneath the vast heavens of the martial world.