The thing Baili Luanyu regretted most in his life was being too quick-handed while exorcising evil spirits at eighteen.
He picked up a “young spirit snake,” and from then on became the most ridiculous “dad” in the cultivation world.
The whole sect adored him, but his daily life consisted of taking his “kid” on missions, often ending up covered in wounds himself, and keeping the “kid” from being snatched away by unscrupulous people to serve as a “doomsday weapon”…
Until one day, while bathing with the “kid,” he saw the “Ghost King’s Mark” clearly in the moonlight.
Baili Luanyu: This is bad. The “kid” I picked up has a double identity.
“Senior Brother, they say I’m a monster, born to slaughter all three realms.” The youth’s eyes reddened as he slowly hooked his fingers around his hand. “Do you still want me?”
The thing Zhou Hao was most grateful for in his life was calling someone “Senior Brother” while “pretending to be good” at the age of “three.”
He had been created by the mastermind as a doomsday weapon, but was raised and cherished by his sworn enemy, the Young Lion Sect.
Later, with thousands condemning him and the cultivation world against him, Baili Luanyu gripped his sword hilt with one hand and Zhou Hao’s wrist with the other. “Let’s see who dares lay a hand on him!”
