[Traditional fantasy + no System + ordinary protagonist + demonic path + no female lead]
It took Song Wujiang a whole year to make the old demon Wei Duan completely let down his guard.
He even cut off his own younger sister's head to prove his loyalty, then used seventy-three bowls of poison he had personally brewed to gradually corrode Wei Duan's meridians.
Every morning, as he knelt before his master to pay his respects, he hid his murderous intent behind the most deferential smile.
A three-spirit-root cultivator, he had willingly become the disciple of a mere second-level Qi Refining good-for-nothing. For a whole year, he played the devoted, filial apprentice. All for tonight.
The poison had seeped into Wei Duan's bones. His cultivation was overwhelming. The black banner was in his hands.
The old demon Wei Duan coughed up black blood and stared at him in disbelief.
Song Wujiang tore off the mask he had worn for a year. A faint smile touched his lips as he said softly,
“Master, it's time to enter the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.”
