Devouring My Master: Starting by Slaying the Ancestor

Wei Yi, a disciple of the Alchemy Sect, a third-rate sect, was unexpectedly taken in as the Ancestor's personal disciple after joining.

He knew this was no stroke of fortune. It was a feast that would cost him his life.

The upper sect was about to choose its disciples, and the Ancestor was nearing the end of his lifespan. He urgently needed a fine body to use for resurrection by possessing a corpse.

That day, candlelight flickered in the Ancestor's cave dwelling. A skeletal hand rested on Wei Yi's crown as the old man smiled grimly. "My dear disciple, lending your body to your master is a blessing you have earned over several lifetimes."

But when the Ancestor's soul invaded his sea of consciousness, he discovered in horror that deep within those seemingly empty spiritual roots lurked a... Heaven-Devouring Beast, one even the Heavenly Dao had never noticed.

"Master," Wei Yi opened his eyes, the corner of his mouth curving in a way that wasn't his own. "Your old bones seem a little tough to chew."

That day, the Alchemy Sect lost an Ancestor and gained a shriveled corpse.

That day, carrying a blood feud, Wei Yi fled into the endless night without looking back.