Cast Down the Mountain, I Was Taken In by My Aloof Master

I am the lowliest servant in the Qingyun Sect, a born good-for-nothing whom anyone can bully.

Just because I secretly learned a sword move, my senior brother in charge kicked in my dantian, branded me a member of the demonic path, and threw me off the Cliff of Reflection to fend for myself.

Everyone thought I was dead, including me.

Until the woman at the bottom of the cliff, rumored to have gone mad a century ago, reached out to me.

She called me useless, yet defied heaven to change my fate and remake my immortal bones.

She cultivated the path of heartlessness, yet wielded her sword for me alone and swept the entire Qingyun Sect aside.

Later, the whole cultivation world called me a witch who had risen to power by relying on her master.

I held her hand and smiled without a word as I watched the flames that burned in her usually cool eyes, for me alone.

They would never know that this Sword Venerable, whose sword had shaken the world, wanted not a disciple,

but me.

Resilient, loyal puppy of a disciple X sharp-tongued but soft-hearted Sword Venerable

[Good-for-Nothing's Rise] [Mutual Spoiling Between Master and Disciple] [Protective] [Mutual Redemption]

Core theme: Among all the people in the world, only you matter to me.