In his previous life, Ethan Sullivan was reviled by all, infamous and notorious.

The junior he had protected all his life led people to destroy his lair,

After dominating for a lifetime, he died with no remains left.

The once-feared Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, who stirred up storms of blood, is reborn as a...

Moron.

And damn it, a notorious cut-sleeve moron that everyone wants to beat up!

“I see that all of you are sick; I suppose you see me the same way.”

But I cultivate the ghost path, not the immortal path. No matter how many armies you have, how many tyrants, how many heroes, how many untouchable beauties—once you all turn to dust, you’ll all be under my command, at my disposal!

Chapter 1: Rebirth, First

“Ethan Sullivan is dead. What a relief!”

The mass siege at Burial Mounds had just ended, and before the second day arrived, this news spread like wildfire throughout the cultivation world—even faster than the flames of war had once spread.

For a time, whether among the noble clans or wandering cultivators, everyone was discussing the siege led by the four great cultivation families, with hundreds of sects joining the chaotic battle.

“Good, good, good! Truly a relief! Which hero finally took down the Yiling Patriarch?”

“Who else could it be? His junior, Mr. Foster Charles Foster. The Yunmeng Jiang Clan, Lanling Jin Clan, Gusu Lan Clan, and Qinghe Nie Clan led the charge, upholding justice over family ties, and wiped out Ethan Sullivan’s lair at the ‘Burial Mounds’ in one fell swoop.”

“I have to say it: well done.”

Someone immediately clapped and echoed loudly, “Exactly, well done! If the Yunmeng Jiang Clan hadn’t taken him in and raised him, Ethan Sullivan would’ve just been a nobody scraping by in the markets… nothing more. The former Mr. Foster treated him like his own son, and what did he do? He openly defected, turned against all the clans, utterly disgraced the Jiang Clan, and nearly got the whole family killed. If that’s not ungrateful, what is?”

“I can’t believe Charles Foster let that bastard run wild for so long. If it were me, when that guy first defected, I wouldn’t have just stabbed him once—I’d have cleaned house right then and there. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had the chance to do all those insane things later. For someone like that, who cares about brotherhood or childhood bonds?”

“But that’s not what I heard. Didn’t Ethan Sullivan die because he practiced demonic arts, suffered backlash, and was torn apart by his own ghost generals? I heard he was literally chewed to pieces.”

“Hahahaha… That’s what you call karma. I’ve been wanting to say this: those ghost generals he raised were like a pack of rabid dogs, biting everyone in sight. In the end, they bit him to death—serves him right!”

“Even so, if Mr. Foster hadn’t used the Yiling Patriarch’s weakness to plan the siege, who knows if it would’ve succeeded. Don’t forget what Ethan Sullivan had in his hands—how do you think over three thousand famous cultivators were wiped out in a single night?”

“Wasn’t it five thousand?”

“Three thousand, five thousand, same difference. I think five thousand is more likely.”

“Truly insane…”

“He destroyed the Yin Tiger Tally before he died, so I guess he did a tiny bit of good. Otherwise, if that thing had been left behind to keep harming the world, the consequences would’ve been even worse.”

At the mention of “Yin Tiger Tally,” a sudden silence fell, as if everyone was wary of something.

After a moment, someone sighed:

“Ah… speaking of Ethan Sullivan, he was once a famous young master among the cultivation clans, not without his moments of glory. He made a name for himself young, so dazzling and unrestrained… How did he end up like this…”

The topic shifted, and the discussions grew lively again.