A Well-Known Loser in the Cultivation World

In my previous life, I was the Great Protector of the Demon Palace, assisting the palace master to unify the cultivation world, but on the day of the celebration banquet, I was struck to death by both thunders. Because the way of heaven discriminates against demon cultivators. I just fucked. They all come out to cultivate, who is nobler than whom? I closed and opened my eyes in reluctance. In this life, the palace master became my master, and I became the illegitimate son brought back from outside by his Taoist companion. He washed the illegitimate child's diapers coldly, and was tortured by that damn bastard couple. I didn't know at the time that this loser was the reincarnation of the Palace Master, but as a demon cultivator, I couldn't stand it any longer. The first thing I did after I could walk was to pour out the Death Bastard's Taoist Powder. Just as I was about to take action, thunder from the sky struck me head-on, splitting my five spiritual roots into non-spiritual roots, and I became paralyzed. Only then did the loser say to me quietly: "The flames are burning my heart, who can compete with me..." I subconsciously replied quietly: The red lotus burned out, and the destiny was changed against the will of heaven... He made eye contact with me and cried loudly: When I first came here, that bastard was about to attack, but he was also hacked like this... People passing by only saw that he had a big cuckold on his head and yet he had such sincere feelings for the little bastard. From then on, there was another incredible legend about how there could be such a useless and worthless sword master in the world. The old man of Heavenly Dao is darker than the demonic cultivator. He threatens us with thunder and lightning at every turn to force us to abandon evil and do good. From then on, the Three Thousand Dao of Dao can only practice the useless path alone. Palace Master: First of all, we are not cowards, we are ruthless people with boundless love... Me: It's okay to lie to others, but don't lie to yourself. Whoever cultivates ruthlessness like this would forget about becoming a demon... Palace Master: Don't always think about becoming a demon. Just because you were a demon cultivator in your previous life, you were punished by heaven for being weak in this life. You can't die and you can't live well. Cough cough cough cough... Me: Palace Master, don't blame me for your illness... Palace Master: But I am cultivating this coward... Great love is ruthless. Me: You spilled the beans. Sure enough, you also think this is cowardly talk. He was so angry that he asked, "Why don't you care about your name?" Wouldn't it be nice for you to face the fact that we are forced to build a cowardly path? Life is already so difficult, wouldn't it be nice to coax yourself? If I hadn't been struck by lightning as soon as I took action now, I would have done it earlier! Me: Do something to me? Palace Master: Of course it's those green bastards! All sharks are gone! *The text may be revised *CP is Palace Master *In terms of copywriting, these two non-mainstream bastards are both beautiful, miserable and strong. They are really beautiful, really miserable but also really strong. Intention: After countless hardships, you will still be strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.