Everyone in the sect regards me as a genius, but they don't know that all my bones are stolen.
When I was seven years old, Master cut open the chest of his true beloved disciple and transplanted the sacred bones to me.
In the past ten years, I have prevented all disasters for him, just to repay this kindness.
Until that day, the little junior brother who was close to his heart was poisoned, and his master coldly handed him the dagger: "I will exchange it with your blood."
I smiled and stabbed the knife into my chest and took out the sin-stained sacred bone.
"Master, I have used this bone for ten years, and now I understand that it was never suitable for me."
After the divine bones were separated from my body and the demonic energy surged into the sky, I realized what my original bones were.
And the boy who was "killed" by me was slowly opening his eyes deep in the Demon Realm.
