When I became the first disciple of the Immortal Sect, the first major thing I did was to personally destroy the Demon Lord Yin Jiuran, who was so despised by the world. I cut out his demon bones, shattered his golden elixir, imprisoned him under the Demon Suppression Tower, and made him a complete useless person. From then on, I became famous and was known as the "Qingfeng of the Taoist Sect", a genius not seen in a hundred years in the immortal world. The scenery is unparalleled. It wasn't until a hundred years later that Master implanted a concentric Gu into my body and told me that Yin Jiuran was still full of resentment and was about to break out of the tower before his life was exhausted. And I must "conquer" him. Use my flesh and blood, my spiritual power, and everything I have to fill the foundation that I destroyed with my own hands, so that he can "abandon darkness and turn to light" and return to the "right path." Master said: "This is your fate and also your salvation." Me: "..." I can save you! Doesn't this mean I'm going to kill someone? ! Under the Demon Suppression Tower, the Demon Lord who used to look down on the Three Realms was in ragged clothes and withered. He looked at me with the most vicious resentment in his eyes. He laughed in a hoarse voice: "My good fairy, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, how are you?" I forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "... Don't come, you are fine." In order to survive, I began to "influence" him conscientiously. I brought him food and he knocked it over. Healing him, he pushed away. When I talk, he thinks I fart. Later, he finally agreed to drink the medicine I handed over, on the condition: "In exchange for your blood." I stabbed myself without hesitation. He looked at me, stunned. I thought my road to redemption was finally making progress, but little did I know that the real sadomasochistic love affair had just begun. What he wants,
