Raising My Late Best Friend's Disciple

My close friend was the most popular immortal lord in the Canglan Sect. I was the least popular.

My friend had five personal disciples, and every year, people fought over the chance to join Shouyuan Peak. Meanwhile, no one came to my peak, and newcomers were terrified whenever they heard my name.

My close friend died, and the sect leader wanted to "transfer" his five disciples to me.

Though I had imagined a life surrounded by affectionate disciples, with a loving master and obedient students, I was a little troubled.

Because the five brats hated me.

Ying Xuan was the eldest disciple of Immortal Lord Shengyang, a respected and dependable senior brother in the eyes of the Canglan Sect's younger generation.

Ying Xuan was reborn in the second year after his master passed away.

He and his junior brothers and sisters were sent to serve under Wen Chixue.

During the great battle between the immortals and demons,

Immortal Lord Shengyang and Immortal Lord Chixue sacrificed themselves, entering the Abyss of Bright Bones.

When Ying Xuan rushed through the barrier,

he saw his master's Daoist robe in tatters, his flesh a bloody mess, yet his eyes still fixed on Wen Chixue, whose black hair hung loose and whose bloodstained robes were impassive, as if he meant to see right through him...

Before his primordial spirit dissipated, his lips moved and he uttered two words...

Snow filled the sky.

Wherever the myriad blades passed, bodies vanished, and blood stained the heavens.

This was clearly Wen Chixue's signature killing technique.

He couldn't have mistaken the way his master looked before he vanished.

He knelt before the sect leader's peak for seven days and nights,

but he couldn't understand why this man, after entering the Hall of Discipline and undergoing the Heart-Questioning Curse, could still walk out with a clear conscience.

The sect leader said he was innocent.

Then who was guilty? His master, who died for the sect?

His master was dead, but this man could still be an immortal lord who saved the world and was revered by all.

The Great Dao was unjust.

Ying Xuan lay in wait by Wen Chixue's side for seven years.

He still hadn't found evidence that this man had killed his master;

nor had he figured out what those two words his master spoke before dying meant...

But Wen Chixue died.

He died to save Ying Xuan.

In his previous life, when the sect leader asked if he was willing to join Immortal Lord Chixue's disciples,

he had glared furiously and gritted out, "Only if I'm dead."

In this life, under the astonished gazes of his junior brothers and sisters, he bowed before the white-robed Daoist and said, "I agree."

He still had too many unanswered questions.

This time, he absolutely could not let this man die first.

(PS: The gong was originally the shou's close friend's disciple. After the friend died, the gong became the shou's disciple.)

[A shou with peerless looks, aloof and abstinent, a human-shaped killing weapon x The Canglan Sect's eldest disciple, the light of the righteous path, gentle on the outside and single-minded within]

Shou's perspective, younger gong, happy ending

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