When he wakes up, why bother to travel into the Xianxia game that he has played for many years.
Good news: I have inherited the theoretical knowledge of a full-level tuba and a golden mountain.
Bad news: all his cultivation has been lost, the golden mountain is hot, and the seven disciples he raised with his own hands have all been killed.
The eldest disciple, Fairy Jingxu, has a gentle and iron-blooded hand in charge of the Tianyan Sect;
The third disciple, Master Zimei Pavilion, has a smile as bright as a flower and controls the economic lifeline of the cultivation world;
Zhi Lan, his young disciple who was most attached to him, became the leader of the rogue cultivator alliance who was decisive in killing and leveling mountains with one sword.
Why stay anonymous and fearful in order to save your life?
Until that day, a familiar cold sword intent locked onto his body, and a soft but dangerous voice whispered in his ear:
"Master, I found you."
He Bi:... Is it too late to say that I admitted the wrong person now?
This is the story of a full-level "cute" trying hard to hide his vest and struggle to survive in the Shura field of blackened disciples.
