Lin Feng, a once-in-a-lifetime swordsmanship prodigy from the Qingyun Sect, was plotted by his fiancée Liu Ruyan and his Taoist son Zhao Wuji on the eve of the sect's competition. His immortal veins were abolished, his Dantian was shattered, and he was reduced to a handyman inferior to even the outer sect.
He thought he would spend his life in humiliation and despair, and what awaited him would be endless bullying.
However, things developed completely out of control.
The senior sister, who was usually as cold as a fairy, sneaked into his room late at night, gave him the life-sustaining pill, and exhaled like orchid: "Junior brother, I will treat your injury. The price is... You will be mine from now on."
Second Senior Sister, who proves her Tao through killing, killed the provoking deacon with one sword, with a domineering look in her eyes: "I am the only one who can bully my people. Whoever touches him again will be like this!"
Even the third senior sister who was feared by everyone was licking her red lips and her eyes were as charming as silk: "Little guy, what's so good about the righteous path? Come to my sister's Hehuan Palace, I guarantee that your cultivation will improve day by day, and you will be as good as immortal."
When Liu Ruyan and Zhao Wuji discovered that Lin Feng was not only not dead, but was being guarded like a treasure by seven senior sisters with monstrous backgrounds and terrifying strength, they were completely panicked.
Liu Ruyan regretted it too much and begged for reconciliation. Lin Feng sneered: "You crippled my cultivation, and now you want to climb high? Get lost!"
Turning around, he had been pulled into the Shura Field by the fragrant winds by seven senior sisters.
"Junior brother, it's my turn to practice double cultivation with you tonight!"
