I Am the Mark of a True Strongman, Yet the Empress Begs Me to Live Off Her

"You're just a beggar I picked up. If you have any more improper ideas, get out of my sect!"

Facing her frost-cold master, Jiang Li, who had shattered with a single sword strike the Ice Snow Divine Lotus he had spent ten days guarding and searching for, Shen Du smiled freely.

That day, he left behind a letter of resignation from the sect, snapped his life-bound sword, and walked away without looking back.

Jiang Li thought that without the sect, the talentless Shen Du would sooner or later come crawling back, wagging his tail and begging.

She had no idea that Shen Du had awakened the "Proof of the Strong" destiny. Any peerless female empress who stayed by his side could break through the Heavenly Dao's bottleneck.

The Peerless Sword Immortal guarded his trials with her sword. The Nine Nether Demon Venerable washed her hands and cooked for him. The Ancient Empress was even ready to offer ten thousand miles of territory as her betrothal gift!

When Shen Du's presence disappeared completely, Jiang Li's cultivation not only regressed, but her heart of the Ruthless Dao collapsed on the spot.

When she knelt before Shen Du with eyes red from crying, begging him to return,

the empresses of the myriad heavens drew their swords with a cold laugh. "A mere former master, and you think you can compete with us for him?"