The Demon Hunter Fanfic: Healing My Unfulfilled Wishes

My name is Luo Shijin. Shijin, from “The flowers of Luoyang are like brocade, yet when I arrived, spring had already passed me by.”

I was born in a tiny village on the edge of the Immortal Realm. By chance, I joined an immortal sect and became an inner disciple. My master said I had a rare talent and was made for saber cultivation. In just a few years, I comprehended saber intent.

But my life seems destined to be as full of regrets as my name.

Then one day, I used my life-bound saber, Jinghong, to master the Nine Forms of Jinghong.

After that, everything changed. My master, who had once cherished me, began plotting to get rid of me.

I never dreamed that the various sects would join forces to hunt down a little saber cultivator like me.

I vaguely remember them saying I was the reincarnation of someone or other, a pawn, someone who was supposed to die in the game and clear the way. I can’t recall the details. I only know that I was being used as a pawn in someone else’s game.

I was unwilling to accept it. I refused to yield. I cultivated with all my might and weathered the tribulation lightning. I don’t know whether I failed or succeeded.

Failed? It doesn’t seem so. I’m still alive.

Succeeded? It doesn’t seem so either. I’ve arrived in another world. Could this world be another tribulation I must endure? If I survive it, will I be able to leave?

I don’t know.

In the midst of the lightning tribulation, I saw the futures of several people. It turned out that even some peerless geniuses had, like me, unwittingly become pawns in someone else’s hands.

I was only a spectator, yet somehow I became part of the story.

Since they saved me, the least I can do is help them bear their burdens.