After I Cut Out My Heart, My Master's Dao Heart Crumbled

For seven hundred years, I carved out my heart and gave my blood to my master to help him cultivate the Heartless Path.

That was until he brought back a young woman who blushed easily.

When her heart ailment struck, my master cut open my chest himself. “Let her use your heart for now. I’ll return it to you tomorrow.”

But the next day, they stood hand in hand beside my bed and said, “Now that it’s been taken out, it belongs to no one.”

I smiled and crushed my heart meridian. “Master, the Heartless Path you cultivate… you’ll never achieve mastery in it.”