I have been struck through the heart by the sword of my beloved. Three thousand years later, he knelt before me and said he would be my dog.
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Three years ago, I was the number one bad peak master in the world of cultivation.
I accepted one apprentice and ran away from him, and all twelve apprentices were driven away by me.
The whole immortal sect is waiting to see my joke.
Until Tianji Pavilion issued an edict: to recruit four disciples within three years and lead the team to participate in the Taoist Conference.
Otherwise, Qingwu Peak will be removed from the list.
I was forced to open my business and pick up a bunch of problem children——
A swordsman genius with a broken heart, a witch from the Hehuan Sect who can see through men, a scheming prince from the former dynasty, and a natural black junior sister with incredible luck.
Everyone said I was digging my own grave.
It wasn't until the Dao Conference that my "waste" disciples pressed all the geniuses of the Immortal Sect to the ground and rubbed them.
Everyone thinks that this is my biggest trump card.
Until the demon king, who made the three worlds fearful, knelt in front of me in front of everyone in the world.
Three thousand years ago, he thrust the sword into my heart with his own hands.
Three thousand years later, he said with red eyes: "I was wrong. You can do whatever you want with this life."
The whole Immortal Sect went crazy.
My disciples are also crazy.
Only I'm not crazy.
Because I know - after three thousand years, he finally came to pay off his debt.
