After binding with the system, I attempted to conquer the heartless Master seven times. In each of those seven lives, he would torture and kill me for his beloved disciple.
In the first life, his disciple accidentally entered a secret realm and went blind, so he gouged out my eyes and replaced them with mine. In the second life, his disciple cultivated and suffered qi deviation, so he dug out my spiritual root to replace theirs. In the third life, his disciple was poisoned, so he extracted my heart’s blood daily to brew into medicine.
…In the seventh life, just as I was about to succeed in conquering him, simply because his disciple casually slandered me, accusing me of colluding with the demon race, he split me in half with a single sword stroke.
I finally understood. All the emotions and desires I had made him grow, he had given entirely to his beloved disciple.
Once again, the game reloaded. Facing the system’s new proposition…
