To save everyone in my sect, I cut out half my own spirit core to use as medicine. It was worse than death.
But they lost all memory of me and raised the new junior sister to the heavens.
She casually mentioned wanting a spirit estate, and my martial-arts-obsessed senior brother forcibly erased the mark on mine.
"You're not strong enough. You might as well give your land to Junior Sister."
To avenge her, my sickly junior brother hunted down the spirit beast that had been with me for twelve years.
"Such lovely fur. It would keep Junior Sister warm."
Only my master continued teaching me swordsmanship as always.
Until Junior Sister was gravely wounded by a demon beast. My aloof master, eyes red, plunged his sword into me.
"I've raised you all these years. Using your spirit core to save her is the least you can do."
Later, their voices trembling, they begged me to look at them once more.
I kicked them off the dueling platform. "Sorry, you're not worthy of my attention!"
