I was once the young master of a minor family. Thanks to my talent and hard work, I joined an orthodox sect, believing I could embark on the path of cultivation. But when I refused to become my senior fellow disciple's lackey, I was framed for colluding with the demonic cult, had my cultivation crippled, and was expelled from the sect. In the end, I died consumed by hatred. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn as the Demonic Cult's Holy Lord. In this life, I'll make those hypocritical orthodox sects pay.
