He was once the most dazzling genius of the Xuanxiao Sword Sect, with a heavenly spirit in his body and a flawless sword heart.
But overnight, it was broken by the hands of the person I trusted the most.
When Lin Zijin escaped from Yunya Peak, his spiritual roots had been eroded and his meridians were reversed. The body of the furnace is like a curse carved into the bone marrow - every midnight, the tide of love is like thousands of ants eating into his heart, reminding him how badly this body has been transformed.
He hid in the back kitchen of an ordinary inn, fighting his instincts with pain among the greasy dishes. My nails dug into the stove, my teeth bit my arm, and I spent the long night counting the twenty-seven stars outside the window. He just wants to be a "person" again, even if everyone thinks that he can only be a container.
Until I met Mo Yuan.
The young man in dark blue attire played with the old copper coins and smiled cynically: "A disciple of the Xuanxiao Sword Sect, reduced to exorcising evil spirits for mortals? Is your Sword Sect so bad, or are you - particularly bad?"
Lin Zijin clenched his trembling hands, unable to refute.
He didn't know that this young man who looked like a casual cultivator was actually the son of the Demon King who had been exiled from the human world. He had lived too long and was so bored that he took pleasure in watching the world struggle. Little did they know that this seemingly accidental encounter was the beginning of a carefully crafted chess game.
From the back kitchen of the inn to the edge of the world of cultivation, from the defined "furnace" to the "person" holding the sword again.
This is a bloody road to self-reconstruction. At the end of the road, Mo Yuan stretched out his hand towards him, his eyes no longer playful, only serious:
"Lin Zijin, they taught you how to make a furnace, but I want to teach you how to use this physique to devour everyone who wants to devour you."
"Including you?" Lin Zijin asked.
Mo Yuan smiled: "You can try it."
Intention: Even if you are stepped into the mud, you must grow your own bones from the mud