Hundred Poisons and Evil Cultivators

I was born with [Ten Thousand Poisons and Endless Veins], and my spiritual veins will rot if touched. Everyone in the master's sect regarded me as a disaster star, but only the master could change my fate against the will of heaven. He traveled all over the Nine Netherworlds and found hundreds of unique poisons, and said to me: "Disciple, this journey has a narrow chance of death, but if you succeed, you will be able to overcome all the poisons in the world!" From then on, I used my body as a vessel to carry hundreds of poisons. When the poison strikes, the pain pierces my soul, and everyone in the world laughs at me for being an ugly poisonous insect next to Master. Now, the sect is approaching a disaster, and the master caressed my head gently: "Go, go to the Immortal Sect, the most righteous path in the world. Let them see whether what my disciple is carrying is a disaster or a firewood of salvation." I bid farewell to my master and walked toward the fairy gate that regarded me as a demon. I know that on the day when all the poisons in my body are gone, the entire world of cultivation will clear my name.