[The later parts fall apart, read and buy at your own risk! The later parts fall apart, read and buy at your own risk! The later parts fall apart, read and buy at your own risk! Please, leave me a shred of dignity. Thank you!]
Ye Wuyou was just one step away from becoming an immortal when his master cut off his path, leaving him dead without a whole corpse!
Reborn in a cultivation world teeming with geniuses, he found white lotuses everywhere.
Before I was reborn, my sword frost chilled the nine provinces, and I was so proud and unruly I toyed with the world.
After I was reborn, I braved autumn winds and sweeping leaves, then knelt at the mountain gate in a downpour.
So what if I'm gifted? While everyone else cultivates immortality, I'll cultivate demonic arts. While everyone else does good, I'll do evil!
Just wait and see as he rises from the ashes to reach the summit again, slaying every faithless lover with a single sword!
Wait, why are all my old rivals treating me with such tender concern and fussing over me?
Weren't we supposed to love and hate each other, fighting to the death?
You respect me, worship me, fall in love with me, and can't get enough of me?
Ye Wuyou: I already drew my sword, and this is what you have to say?
Author's Notes
1. Ye Wuyou and Bai Yi, master and disciple, older top.
2. The protagonist is irresistibly lovable, so don't ask me why the entire cultivation world likes him.
3. Most supporting characters in this story are transmigrators, reborn people, people who transmigrated into a book, or people with a System. The supporting characters' values do not represent the author's.
4. I'm not thin-skinned, but I won't tolerate mindless hate or flame wars.
5. Please don't compare rankings.
6. Updates at exactly 7 p.m. every evening. Awooo~
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