Lin Shuangluo couldn't remember what his parents looked like. He even doubted that he had any parents at all. When he was very young, his hands and feet were broken and he was left to beg on the street. His life was bleak until he was six years old. Then one day, a young man and a boy with an extraordinary demeanor found him.

Then he had a master, senior brothers, and senior sisters.

He was no longer that pitiful little beggar who was easily bullied. He also had an enviable mutated spiritual root, and from then on, his life went smoothly.

Until the time he went out to gain experience after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, his life almost ended in disaster.

It was also his fault for being careless and trusting the wrong person. He thought that the person had been through thick and thin with him and should not have harmed him. But when the crisis came, the friend he thought he had been through thick and thin with pushed him into the abyss in order to save his own life.

Whether it was good or bad luck, he caught the eye of a noblewoman from the demon race because of his face, and she wanted to keep him as her husband.

They not only destroyed his cultivation and shattered his golden core, but also tried to force him into demonic possession by directly injecting demonic energy into his body.

But logically speaking, in this situation, he should be seeking death. He is not the kind of person who is afraid of death. As the disciple who is most like his crazy master, he is no less crazy than his master.

But a voice told him that he could not die, that he had to take revenge, that he had to kill all those who had harmed him, even if it meant becoming a demon.

Two opposing consciousnesses kept clamoring in his mind. One consciousness told him that he could not become a demon, that he could not become something neither human nor ghost. The other consciousness frantically assaulted his mind, urging him to live and seek revenge.

As he endured this torment, his master arrived, accompanied by his uncle whom he had never met before.

For some reason, after his master arrived, the voice that had bewitched him and attacked his mind disappeared, and his mind returned to clarity.

Then his master told him that they were already looking for materials to refine exorcism pills, and only then did he feel relieved and faint.

The cultivators of Medicine King Valley not only refined the exorcism pill, but also repaired his shattered meridians, though his cultivation level was gone.

However, he was already quite satisfied. As long as he could start over, he would one day personally kill the person who had persecuted him to this state.

But for him, the entire sect went to great lengths. The eldest brother and fourth brother risked their lives to find the Netherworld Flower, and their meridians were invaded by the Death Spirit Spring. The youngest brother and the newly arrived junior sister participated in the Sword Dao Competition for him, but they encountered an invasion by the Demon Clan's young master, which was also fraught with danger.

His master and junior uncle braved danger to break into the Demon Realm for his sake.

And then there's his aloof senior sister, who disappeared without a trace in the end to help him recover his cultivation. All of this was because of him. He felt moved but also guilty, and then resentful of the Heavenly Dao.

All he went through was just to help that female lead gain fame, and to make him die at the hands of the so-called chosen one of destiny. Why?

God knows how much it hurt him when he saw his senior sister, who was tied to the altar pillar and on the verge of death. If it weren't for him, his second senior sister would never have suffered such a torment.

These damned demons actually wanted to use his second senior sister's flesh and blood to refine pills, and even cast a curse on her. How could he tolerate this? If it weren't for the circumstances, he would have torn them to pieces and scattered their bones to ashes. It was too good for them to die so easily under the heavenly tribulation.

Later, the sorcerer died. Although the second senior sister woke up, she had less than a tenth of her lifespan left. The entanglement of spiritual energy and demonic energy prevented her from making any progress in cultivation. Looking at her increasingly thin face, he felt nothing but guilt.

Fortunately, she had her master's wife and junior sister. Her second senior sister's demonic root was cleared away, and from then on, she no longer had to worry or be depressed.

After everything settled down, he left the sect alone and went to find his so-called best friend who had persecuted him. Despite being seriously injured, he took his life.

He was never a soft-hearted person, and it was not his style to leave a grudge unavenged. He thought everything would be peaceful from then on, but the death of his junior brother dealt him a heavy blow.

Still not strong enough. From then on, he never dared to slack off again. Not only him, but also his senior brothers, sisters, and junior brothers all cultivated to the point of almost becoming obsessed.