Wu Qiu had barely transmigrated when he found himself a filthy beggar just three years old. Old men may show up late, but they never fail to show up. At only three, he became an old man's personal disciple and began cultivating at the Moon-Hiding Sect. After the old man passed away, the sect's other elders started plotting against him. When they accidentally discovered that he had demon blood, they used it as an excuse to hunt him down.
Wu Qiu survived, returned for revenge, and broke the seal on his bloodline. Fulfilling his master's dying wish, he set out on a journey, recruited disciples, and founded a sect.
Officials force the virtuous into marriage; tears conceal the faces of grieving parents.
Heaven goes blind and earth splits open; grass withers before summer is done.
The poor lie dead, their bodies piled like mountains beyond the city walls.
Dark clouds blot out the sun; flies gather to feast on corpses.
At the tavern banquet, human flesh is served as rice.
The kind offer help, only to end up as someone else's meal.
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