Lin Chen was once the peerless holy son of the Boundless Sword Sect, a once-in-ten-thousand-years prodigy. With a single stroke, he could cleave the clouds above the mountain peak, and his looks surpassed those of an immortal. His followers stretched from Sword Mountain all the way to Cloud Marsh.
The aloof, otherworldly Su Qinghan of Yaochi would lower her eyes and call him "Senior Brother Lin" whenever she saw him.
The mischievous little junior sister Luo Li from the Pill Valley was always chasing after him to press freshly made warming pills into his hands.
Even the proud and unruly demonic cultivator saintess Ye Zining had once admitted defeat beneath his sword, eyes red as she said, "I only acknowledge you."
Who could have guessed that on the night he tried to break through to the Spirit Sect realm, someone would sabotage his meridians, leaving them completely shattered and his cultivation wiped out overnight?
In an instant, the adoration of the past turned to kicks and scorn. Su Qinghan shed her immortal robes and pinched his chin with her jade fingers in the icy palace hall, her eyes glinting with frost: "Holy Son Lin, without your cultivation, this face of yours is still worth something." Sect disciples snatched his sword in front of everyone. Luo Li hid behind a pillar, clutching a bottle of pills but too afraid to approach. She could only sneak over at night to leave medicine at the door of his dilapidated room. Ye Zining even brought demonic cultivators to the Cliff of Broken Swords and kicked his hand aside from above: "Lin Chen, in your sorry state, you're not even worth hating anymore."
Curled up in the snow, Lin Chen clenched the broken tassel of his sword and laughed through the blood in his throat. Su Qinghan's "humiliation" concealed the restraint she forced on herself through gritted teeth; Luo Li's "timidity" hid her fear that she would drag him down; Ye Zining's "cruelty" masked the care she couldn't bring herself to admit. You may disguise yourselves like this today because I've fallen on hard times, but when I return with my sword, I'll expose you one by one and make the immortal, the junior sister, and the demonic saintess all willingly stay by my side!
It's okay. Why don't you release the realm of cultivation or something? At least write it down
There are too many poison spots and they have been poisoned.
It's like I wrote it while dreaming. It's inexplicable. One moment I was in elementary school, the next moment I was in college.