I was once the number one sword master in the world of cultivation, with one sword that frosted fourteen states, and I had an unparalleled reputation. Later, I cut out my spiritual roots with my own hands, spent a hundred years of cultivation, and knelt in front of the Changming Hall, just to exchange for the life of that little disciple whom I had humiliated and abandoned like a tack. Everyone told me I was crazy. They didn't know that when I was plotted against by my enemies and trapped in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, and I was about to die, it was the young apprentice who had my hands and feet broken off, my immortal bones taken away, and my future ruined, who kowtowed step by step, burned his soul fire with his mortal body, and gave me a glimmer of life. When he died, the light in his eyes was completely extinguished. After resurrecting my life, I am no longer a lofty immortal. I became a useless person with all my spiritual veins destroyed, living on my last breath. And he is the genius immortal leader who holds the moon in the stars, and the light and wind are shining brightly, and he is the white moonlight of everyone in the world of cultivation. This time, I don't want to be a sword master anymore. I just want to stay as far away from him as possible, and use this broken body to atone for the sins I can't repay. But he pressed forward step by step, imprisoning me in his palm, and asked me with red eyes: "Master, let me humiliate you this time, okay?" - This time, I will break my bones and forge a world-protecting blade for you. **Tags:**Xianxia, master-disciple sadomasochism, rebirth, redemption, husband-chasing crematorium
