Master, Please Take the Sword

Everyone knows that he is the Qing Leng Immortal Lord of Tian Yan Sect, who can frost fourteen states with one sword. And I am the most inconspicuous disciple under him, with mixed spiritual roots and a unclear path. They laughed at my wishful thinking, how dare I join his family. They don't know that I respect him and want to... Surpass him. Until that day, thousands of demons surrounded the mountain, and he protected the common people on the top of the clouds. Holding the mortal iron in my hand, I embarked step by step on the road to eternal life that he walked. Wherever the sword points, the demons will escape. Under everyone's horrified eyes, I pointed the tip of my sword at him, and my voice echoed through the sky—— "Master, please take the sword." At that moment, I finally saw the first crack appear on his face that had been frozen for thousands of years. What was inside was not anger, but the familiar, deeply repressed... Madness.