During Those Years When I Worked as a Medicinal Herb in the Sect,

Introduction: Ji Xiu returns from training only to see blood soaked in the moss court, and his fellow disciples are massacred. On the day when the Ningshuang Sword was shattered, I realized that the centuries-old tender relationship between master and apprentice was a chess game in which the master killed his disciples to achieve enlightenment. On the eve of his rebirth, Jixiu dragged his body that had been devoured by the wheel-sculpting formation. His sword bones were shattered and his soul was emptied. The former leader of the swordsmanship, now he can't even hold his pen steadily. "Master, do you expect me to hold the sword like my mother?" She swallowed the blood in her throat and sneered at the blood-stained Qingxin Talisman. "But this disciple insists on writing a pen, dipping your immortal bones into ink, and painting a blood sacrifice that burns the sky!"