My whole life, I have been bait on someone else’s table.
On a snowy night when I was seven, immortals fought above my head. The shockwaves of their sword qi reduced my home and family to scorched earth. From then on, I understood that mortal lives were worth no more than weeds.
Later, the master who saved my life treated me as a cultivation vessel. When my Golden Core reached perfection, he tried to take my life. The brother with whom I had sworn a bond of brotherhood betrayed me for the inheritance of an immortal sword and pushed me into a place where ten thousand demons devoured the heart. The only mentor who gave me hope and taught me to let go of my hatred became the target of a curse I had brought upon him. I personally brought about his death and the ruin of a sanctuary.
Everyone who treated me well met a tragic end because of me. I swallowed my master’s Golden Core, bore my brother’s betrayal, and watched helplessly as my mentor’s soul scattered because of me. Fueled by hatred and regret, I crawled out of hell and climbed from Qi Refining to the Great Ascension stage amid mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.
Just as I was about to sever all ties and claim the summit of the immortal path, the mastermind finally appeared. He smiled and told me:
“Your parents died to kindle your hatred. Your brother betrayed you so you could learn the warmth and coldness of life. Your mentor died so you could experience despair…”
“The suffering of your life is a composition I wrote just for you. You are nothing but a Dao fruit I have cultivated for ten thousand years, a single ingredient.”
I looked at him and smiled too.
So every parting I had endured was nourishment, carefully calculated by my enemy.
If that’s the case, I’ll personally shove this poisonous Dao fruit down your throat.
