The Moon in the Coffin, the Peach in the Heart

Everyone knows that the Taoist Demon Lord Shen Jingxing hates his master to the core and has been mad for three hundred years guarding a white jade coffin. Until the Soul Life Light turned on, he returned to the time when everything had not begun - the cold and dusty Immortal Lord Shen was huddled in the snow. "What's your name?" "... B-Bu knows it clearly." "Okay, from today on, I will raise you." He fed him the sweetest honey, taught him the toughest sword, and pampered him into a child who had a bad temper, was picky about food, and was afraid of the dark. But every late night when the lock seal occurred, I looked at him shaking in pain and asked myself over and over again: What is the hatred of these three hundred years? Until the day when the Immortal Sect was encircled and suppressed, the master who had regained his memory held a sword to his throat: "Evil disciple, you imprisoned me, lied to me, and raised me to be like this... What do you want?" Shen Jingxing smiled and held the blade of the sword, letting the edge sink into his heart: "I want you to hate me, blame me, and remember me." "I want you to be the unchanging moon in my coffin..." "A peach that I am grateful for." [High-energy Reversal Version] Core