Am I Your Tribulation? Take It Up With My Forty-Meter Blade

Qi Shi transmigrated into the world of cultivation and became an outer disciple of the Xuantian Sect. With ordinary talent and no outstanding qualities, he spent his days sweeping floors, carrying water, then sweeping floors and carrying water again, leading a drudge’s life whose end he could see from the start. But he had another identity: a spy planted in the Xuan Sha Sect. Clutching a demonic cultivation manual, he trained with his life on the line, always on tenterhooks. The celestial chart was in turmoil, and strife in the cultivation world never ceased. Using his identity as a spy to play both sides, Qi Shi made up for his lack of talent with an abundance of resources. He became the Xuantian Sect’s chief disciple, while the Xuan Sha Sect recognized him as the heir to its sect master. There were only a few dozen mighty Venerables in the cultivation world, and two of them were Qi Shi’s masters. They taught him everything they knew and devoted themselves to nurturing him. Qi Shi respected them deeply and lived up to their names. Ascending to godhood was only a matter of time. Then, after making some progress in his cultivation, Qi Shi noticed two faint red threads connected to him. Both were dark and rusty-looking, portents of a tribulation of love. Qi Shi’s heart shuddered. Before the two of them could eliminate him, he decided to strike first. Following the first thread, he found the Immortal Venerable. The solemn man smiled faintly at him, his features open and composed. “Why are you back so early? Is your mind unsettled because your cultivation isn’t going well? Should your master enter your sea of consciousness and help you?” Following the other thread, he found the Demon Venerable. The shadow seated high above still had a face he couldn’t make out, and its voice was full of scorn. “Your spiritual energy is a complete mess. Tell me, what has you so preoccupied that, after visiting him, you still remember you belong to my demonic sect?” Qi Shi avoided answering. Suppressing the blood rising in his throat, he drew his saber and leaped forward, its cold gleam aimed straight at the man’s sea of consciousness. “Master, please witness this move!” [A ruthless, ill-fated loner who will stop at nothing to attain the Dao and ascend] [Happy ending] Theme: Strike first to gain the upper hand