My Master's Tongue Is Sharp, but He's a Wonderful Person

Every three thousand years, the cultivation world faces a heavenly tribulation. To avert it, five ancient divine artifacts must be gathered.

Yun Chuxue was a wandering beggar in Qingluan City. By chance, she was taken in as a disciple by Xie Wuchen, the Sword Elder of Xuantian Sect, leader of the righteous path.

After taking her as his disciple, her master barely even looked her way and had a vicious tongue. He was nothing like the gentle masters other people had. He never let go of his wine gourd, and despite his extraordinary cultivation, he lived as a world-weary recluse.

What Yun Chuxue couldn't understand was why an elder of Xuantian Sect, who had not taken a disciple in a hundred years, had chosen her, a "good-for-nothing spiritual root," from among so many outstanding candidates.

Xie Wuchen: "The Heavenly Fate Stele is the first seal suppressing the Chaos Corrosion. It chose you, which means..."

Yun Chuxue (interrupting): "It means I can cultivate immortality?"

Xie Wuchen (at a loss for words): "...It means you'll die even sooner."

Theme: Persevere in darkness, and dance when dawn breaks