You Insolent Disciple, Return My Golden Core

Su Wan's young disciple, whom she had raised for three years, used the birthday gift Su Wan had given her to cut open her dantian at the secret realm's exit and take her Golden Core. Before leaving, she even said sweetly, "Don't worry, Master. I'll come back to take care of you."

Su Wan believed her.

Only after dragging herself back to the sect half-dead did she discover that Lin Xin had already finished crying to the elders: "Master stole the sect's treasures and fled. She even tried to kill me to silence me."

Wanted by the entire sect.

Ruined beyond redemption.

Her Golden Core in her disciple's belly.

Su Wan sat by the roadside in the market and finished a bowl of steaming noodles in broth. Then she brushed the dust off herself and stood up. "Mo Yichen, how did I not see she was an ungrateful wretch back then?"

The mysterious man in her sea of consciousness chuckled. "You see it now?"

"I do." Su Wan wiped her mouth. "So I want to go back and ask her: is my Golden Core still working out for you?"

Starting her cultivation over from zero, she gathers evidence piece by piece and delivers face-slapping one person at a time.