On the day I was accepted as a disciple by the Immortal Lord, the whole village was celebrating that the demonic energy was finally sealed.
No one knows that there is an ancient magic weapon locked inside my body.
The Immortal Lord is cold and noble, but he only loves me to the core.
Until the demons attacked and I was caught by him while I was draining the spiritual power of my fellow disciples.
The tip of his blood-stained sword pointed at my throat: "Evil disciple, who are you?"
On the Heavenly Punishment Platform, ninety-nine and eighty-one thunder tribulations struck down.
He protected her with his body, and his white clothes were stained: "If she falls into the devil, I will fall with her."
But the devil's low laughter sounded in my body: "Little container, we finally meet."
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