[The male protagonist who is a swordsman with a cold face and a dark belly and has a peerless appearance x the female protagonist who has a hexagonal talent and a smart cultivation system]
There was a catastrophe and the village was destroyed. I and the little bamboo horse I picked up depended on each other.
He is the son of a monster with violent spiritual power, but he only put away his fangs in front of me and awkwardly called me master.
We hid in the Wanjuan Building and worked as handymen. He secretly practiced the sword and I secretly learned the formation.
Until I bought a glazed pot from a junk shop and discovered that there was a cave with ten times the flow rate in the pot.
I also picked up a dying little black cat. After raising it, it turned into a beautiful boy with golden eyes. His strength is unpredictable and he only recognizes me as his master.
The little bamboo horse gave me a cold face for the first time: "Master, you should change your habit of picking up rags."
But when the immortal sect competes with strong men like clouds, and the giant of demonic power dominates the whole audience——
I set up an ancient formation to trap and kill all directions, and the claws of the divine beast's natal cat shattered the void.
And when he unsheathed his sword, the golden pattern on his arm burned into the sky, and the shadow of the Xuanque sword behind him covered the sky and the sun.
In the dead silence that filled the place, he put away his sword and looked back, only raising his eyebrows at me:
"Master, these are not rags."
