Xie Fuyi accepted a disciple.
The whole cultivation world said that the cold-hearted Sword Lord accepted a disciple, which was the blessing that the young boy gained from eight lifetimes of cultivation.
The young man's name is Shen Wu. He has clean eyes and mediocre talent. The only good thing about him is that he is obedient.
Xie Fuyi taught him to practice swordsmanship. Xie Fuyi said "meditate" and he meditated all night. Xie Fuyi casually mentioned "Osmanthus cake is good" and he climbed three mountains to buy that time-honored brand.
Everyone said that Lord Xie picked up a little tail.
Only Shen Wu himself knew that the demon bone he secretly enshrined under his pillow was eroding his spiritual veins inch by inch.
He is half demon.
Born to be.
The night he became a disciple of Xie Fuyi, he hid the demon bone in the deepest part of his heart, hiding it until he almost forgot who he was.
Until the war between immortals and demons broke out, Xie Fuyi personally stabbed the spiritual sword into his Dantian.
"Monsters cannot be taught." Xie Fuyi lowered his eyes, the hilt of the sword in his palm, as calm as cutting a piece of waste paper, "Shen Wu, you lied to me for three years."
Shen Wu vomited blood and laughed: "Master, you missed the stab."
The demon bone in his heart blocked the sword for him.
He fell into the Demon Abyss with the remaining half of his life, and returned three years later with a hundred thousand demon soldiers. The world called him "Wu Zun".
The first thing he did when he attacked the heaven was to lock Xie Fuyi into the deepest bedroom of the Demon Palace.
No killing, no humiliation.
Every morning, she combed his long silver hair, wiped his spiritual sword stained with his own blood at dusk, and brought him a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and put it on the table late at night.
Then he picked up the plate, piece by piece, and poured it into the pool of blood outside the temple.
The blood mist surged, Xie Fuyi looked at his back, and finally said: "... Shen Wu."
Shen Wu didn't look back: "What did Master want to say? That my devilish nature is untamable? Or that I was just faking it back then?"
He turned around, his eyes were crimson, but his voice was as soft as the young man who went over the mountain to buy cakes: "Master, I didn't dodge the sword you stabbed me with, but you have been looking for me for three years. Are you looking for the 'little apprentice', or are you looking for a scapegoat to make yourself feel at ease?"
Xie Fuyi said nothing.
The sweet-scented osmanthus cake floated in the blood pool, its sweet aroma overpowering the smell of blood. Shen Wu knelt down, looked up at him, and smiled.
"This time, Master, I'm waiting for you to speak."
Intention: You kneel down to pay back
