I, Shen Jingliu, the leader of Qingya Mountain, known as the "Jade Faced Sword Lord" in the world, and the future successor of the sect.
I thought my life script was perfect. Master treats me as his own child, my junior brothers and sisters respect and love me, and even the man who sells candied haws at the foot of the mountain praises me for my extraordinary abilities.
Until the master died suddenly, the treasure of the sect, the "Shadowless Heart Sutra" was stolen, and the dagger stained with the master's blood appeared under my pillow.
Overnight, I went from being the proud son of heaven to being reviled by everyone and being a deceitful person.
My uncle, who loved me in every possible way, whipped me to pieces with discipline whips; my junior brother who grew up with me personally disabled my martial arts and pushed me off a cliff.
They said, "Shen Jingliu, you deserve death!"
Everyone thought I was dead.
But I survived. There are no adventures, no magical skills, just a broken body and a heart that has been tempered with poison.
They took away everything from me, so I will crawl back from hell and drag them down with my own hands.
Why did the second junior brother, who was as gentle as jade and grieved over my "tragic death", have a smile on his face when I was being tried...
