After dying in Master's hands, I laughed.
On the tribulation platform, my most trusted master crushed the protective formation spirit stone with his own hands and watched as nine thunderbolts struck my head and turned me into ashes.
Before he died, he smiled and said: "Yue'er, your way ends here."
When I opened my eyes again, I became the useless little junior sister at the bottom of the enemy sect's Ten Thousand Flowers Valley. At the first level of Qi refining, he is penniless and can be bullied by everyone.
But it doesn't matter.
I have hundreds of years of kendo memories from my previous life in my mind, and I know every move my master makes in the next ten years—including his shocking conspiracy to sacrifice blood to the three realms.
In this life, I will pierce the sword into his heart before he takes action.
In the sect competition, as a disciple of the enemy sect, I defeated all the geniuses of Xuantian Sect with one sword.
Shen Qingyuan, the sword you cultivated with your own hands is now killing you.
You will definitely lose this round.
