Reborn After My Senior Disciple Sister Betrayed Me, I Resolve to Cultivate Properly

Shen Yan died. He died by the sword of the corpse puppet he'd raised for seven years, the same blade that pierced his chest from behind. He had spent two hundred high-grade spirit stones to buy back his senior sister Su Wan's corpse puppet. In an abandoned mine, he wiped her face, combed her hair, cooked for her, and whispered to her for over a thousand days. He thought someone had simply killed her, and that if he took good care of her, she would wake up one day. Until the Holy Son of Tai Xuan laughed and told him that the sword she had taken for him had been arranged by him all along. She was bound to her master, and the only person she would ever acknowledge was the one who killed her. Seven years of care from Shen Yan meant less than a single brand. As he lay dying, Shen Yan finally understood.