Zhuoxian Produces Silt

They were sighing at the filthiness of my ice, lamenting the fall of genius and laziness; but they couldn't see the wriggling black mist on my back, which was making bursts of satisfying chewing sounds that only I could hear. I see the green mountains as rotten meat, and all living beings as black mud. Master, with his compassion, blocked the sect's expulsion order for me and gave me the last four months of respite. But she didn't know that the fatal thing was ***. It gnawed at my nerves, tampered with my hearing, and distorted my vision. It wants to have sex. But I want to live with it. Either suffocate in the mud or survive the madness