After I Turned to Ashes, My Cold and Aloof Master’s Dao Heart Shattered

To save my junior brother, who had faked a fall off a cliff, my master struck me down into the bottomless abyss with a single palm strike. Driven by my determination to visit my deceased mother one last time at the back mountain, I rose again, though my bones had been shattered. I spent a month making my way back to the sect, dragging my maggot-ridden, blackened flesh behind me. That day happened to be my junior brother's wedding to my former fiancée. My junior sister smashed both my legs with the back of her sword, and my fiancée said my stench was disgusting. And my master, who had once sworn to protect me with his life, pinned me to the carpet with his sword and called me a disgrace to my mother, unworthy of paying tribute to a hero. When I heard