He was thrown into the sect by his father at the age of seven, and he practiced hard for twelve years just so that his mother and concubine could hold their heads high in the palace.
He treats his senior sister with all his heart and soul, responds to her requests, treats his sect as his family, and his fellow disciples as his relatives.
As a result, the junior brother's maid died, and everyone said in unison: He killed her.
The senior sister crippled his cultivation, the second senior sister stepped on his spine, and the third senior sister looked on coldly.
None of the five junior sisters spoke for him.
He knelt in front of the sect leader: "I didn't kill her."
The sect master said: "Traitor, you have greatly disappointed my master."
He smashed his Dantian with one palm and dragged him out of the mountain gate like a dead dog.
He fell in a pool of blood and heard his junior brother say softly: "Fourth senior brother, I won't be polite about the divine bones in your body."
He is dead.
Then he woke up.
A soul from another world took over his body and absorbed all his unwillingness and anger.
"Fuck," the soul said, "Twelve years to raise a pack of white-eyed wolves? Okay, I'll kill those you dare not kill. I'll kill those you can't take. I'll avenge you. I'll protect your mother and concubine for you. Your master, I'll take care of you - see who she really is."
He stood up, wiped the blood from his mouth, and walked back to the mountain gate.
Everyone thought he was dead.
Everyone thought it was impossible for the cripple to come back.
But he's back.
With a ruthlessness that does not belong to this world, with the forbearance of twelve years in the previous life, and with the divine bones that are awakening in the body.
This time, he didn't come back to beg for mercy.
He came back to collect debts.
Pay back what you owe him one by one. Those who harm him will kneel down one by one. Those who failed him regretted it one by one.
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