Waste Star Cultivator

Ye Fang transmigrates into the body of an outer-sect discard left to die in the back hills—a crippled nobody with a mysterious silver crystal embedded in his forehead. The sect elders unanimously declare it a fatal spiritual scar with no cure. When a senior brother seizes the chance to finish him off under cover of night, the blade descends—and that cursed mark awakens. The Ancient Star Technique floods his mind, channeling the power of the celestial bodies through his own flesh. Every lethal strike aimed at him becomes fuel instead of death. With the first level of the technique—Star Invocation—his cultivation feeds on the stars themselves, unending as long as they burn. Armed with a star mark, a forbidden art, and a silver tongue sharp enough to resurrect the dead, Ye Fang claws his way from the servants' quarters to the inner sect. There, he catches the attention of Lin Qingqing, the inner sect's proudest prodigy—a sword drawn straight from its sheath. Yet she takes an unusual interest in her "nominal disciple," supplying him with elixirs, lending her personal blade, and even unearthing the elders' embezzlement records to prove his worth. "Your mark isn't a defect," she tells him. "Someone chose this path for you before you were even born." "Then I'll walk it to the end—and come back to ask the one who paved it why." From ancient god battlefields to the Starfall Valley, from forsaken outcast to a Star Master feared across the three realms, Ye Fang lives by two rules: spare no resource you can plunder, and if you touch those beside him—you had better ask his Star Technique for permission first.