I Suppress the Asuras with My Mortal Bones

On the night the Mo Village clan was wiped out, I picked up the “Spine of Zhulong,” the weapon despised by the immortal path.

Forged from the spine of an ancient evil dragon, it corrodes the bones of anyone who touches it and corrupts the heart of anyone who wields it.

The white-robed immortal maiden of the Qingyun Immortal Sect pointed her sword at me. “This thing is utterly vile. Destroy it!”

But she didn’t know that last night, this very “evil weapon” had protected its master of its own accord when she was surrounded by demonic cultivators, quietly wiping out every pursuer.

And I was nothing more than an ordinary, cultivation-incapable vessel it had chosen.