Yun Zhi, the number one swordsman in the Three Realms, is tired of living.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he transformed into the cannon fodder master in the ancient sadistic novels who would have his spiritual roots dug out and his bones broken into ashes by his disciples.
Story killing? Heavenly script? Doesn't exist.
She pushed her cultivation to the Qi refining stage with a single hand, pretending to be the most useless master of the Qingyun Sect.
But there was something wrong with the little apprentice she picked up.
