I Am Not a Substitute: Shura Daolu

They all want to make me into a substitute, but they don't know that I am the most powerful poison. Lin Chen knew that he was an inferior imitation of the sect's Bai Yueguang and Ye Qingchen. When his uncle Xiao Qingqing looked at him, there was guilt and obsession for another person hidden in his eyes; Taoist companion Su Qingxue loved her late senior brother through his face when she kissed him; His old enemy Lu Mingxuan wanted to trample him into the mud just because this face tarnished the altar in his heart. Everyone was waiting for him to finish this affectionate scene and then be discarded like garbage. It wasn't until Ye Qingchen's remnant soul woke up in the ancient ruins of immortality that he recognized his bloodline at a glance: "Brother..." All the pretended affection and guilt instantly turned into the most poisonous blade. Lin Chen chuckled: "Thank you all for using your hatred and calculations to raise me, a Shura that you can no longer control." The so-called substitute is nothing more than the most perfect path of killing gods that you have paved for me.