This Batch of Junior Disciples Is So Hard to Handle

In her three hundred years of life, Yun Wu did only one thing besides cultivating in seclusion: she went down the mountain and took on a junior disciple.

Her junior disciple was clever and well-behaved;

Her junior disciple had a tragic past;

Her junior disciple destroyed Yunwu Mountain...

On this day, Yun Wu was eighteen, and her junior disciple was a fine young man on the righteous path.

Yun Wu stabbed her junior disciple with a sword, then dragged him down the mountain.

She called it, quite grandly: teaching her junior disciple.