Chapter 1: Descending the Mountain

Kunlun Mountain.

Deep within a mysterious valley, an old man and a young man sat facing each other. The old man, who was the master, was the most heaven-defying legend in this world. At this moment, he was giving his final instructions to his disciple.

"Chen Che, my lifespan is nearing its end. Starting today, I will enter permanent seclusion. Our ten years as master and disciple have reached their end; you can finally go down the mountain to take your revenge."

"Master, I cannot bear to part with you. I still want to cultivate with you for a few more years. Could you perhaps die a little later?"

The old man, who had been calm and composed, suddenly flew into a rage.

"You little bastard, you still want to learn?! In just ten years, whether it was Martial Dao, Medicine, or Artisan Techniques like the Strange Gate, I never managed to learn them all in my entire life, yet you learned them all in ten years and mastered them, becoming the only all-around Artisan in the history of the Artisan sect. And if it weren't for the fact that you are poisoned and need True Qi to suppress it, your cultivation realm would have long since surpassed mine by a wide margin."

"With my cultivation, I could have lived for several hundred more years. It is precisely because I took in a monster like you as a disciple that it dealt such a heavy blow to me and ruined my Dao heart!"

"Master, please don't say that; your disciple will feel guilty," Chen Che said pitifully.

The old man smiled warmly: "I have long since seen through life and death. Come to think of it, having a disciple like you, I have no regrets in this life."

The old man's figure gradually became illusory, as if built from grains of sand; as a breeze blew past, it dissipated bit by bit.

"Chen Che, I have left things for you in the parcel. After you go down the mountain, you must take good care of your six senior sister-apprentices and your mistress. Now that I am gone, you must all live happily together."

The old man's figure dissipated, his final voice sounding as if it came from the ancient, primordial past, shaking the soul like Buddhist chanting.

"Respectfully sending off Master!"

Chen Che watched as his master passed away and dissipated without a trace, finally kowtowing heavily to the ground.

He opened the parcel his master had left behind, which contained a Token imprinted with a large tree pattern, a roll of Silver Needles, and a letter.

Chen Che opened the envelope, which read:

"Chen Che, I have left all my family assets to you. The Token is the symbol of the Taiyi Sect Sect Master. You are my only closed-door disciple, and now you are also the new Sect Master of the Taiyi Sect. As for what exactly the Taiyi Sect is and how awesome it is... you will find out; I guarantee it won't disappoint you."

"The Ghost Gate Divine Needles are also given to you; there are thirteen needles in total, which can save lives and also take them."

"The Token and the Ghost Gate Needles are also tokens of identity; as long as your mistress and senior sister-apprentices see these two things, they will know it is you."

"Additionally, you must find your mistress and senior sister-apprentices; a family should be together, complete and whole. Furthermore, once your Great Red Sun Poison flares up, other than them, no other woman can withstand your ravaging."

"Finally, regarding your revenge, I will only say one thing: just do it! A person lives a lifetime for two words: comfort. Whoever dares to make you uncomfortable, then do them!"

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PS: Treat your poison well, focus on your cultivation, serve your mistress with all your heart, and have fun with your senior sister-apprentices to your heart's content. Live for a few hundred more years; I don't want to see you down here!"

"Don't worry, Master. With the senior sister-apprentices around, I guarantee I won't bother you. As for the mistress... I will also serve her well!"

Chen Che put away the Token and the Silver Needles, loosened his hand, and the envelope drifted away, burning into ashes.

Jiangnan, Shanghai, Xishan Cemetery.

Chen Che knelt on both knees and placed a bouquet of lilies before his mother Zhong Lan's tombstone.

"Mom, your son has come to see you. Don't worry, I have grown up. I will definitely return the pain that the bitch Yang Wanqing caused you a thousandfold!" Chen Che said viciously.

Chen Che's family background was not bad when he was a child; his father Chen Xin was the chairman of a listed company, Jinhai Group, and his mother Zhong Lan was a dancer who had also been famous for a period. It was just that after she married Chen Xin and gave birth to Chen Che, she felt at ease being a full-time housewife at home.

Yang Wanqing was the Chen Family's nanny at the time. However, she coveted the Chen Family's property, poisoned Zhong Lan to death, and took advantage of Chen Xin's drunkenness to climb into his bed.

But only a year after the two married, Chen Xin unfortunately died in a car accident. At Chen Xin's funeral, Yang Wanqing framed Chen Che for attempting to rape her daughter, Yang Simin.

Fortunately, through the maneuvering of Chen Xin's former subordinates, Chen Che was not sent to the Juvenile Detention Center for imprisonment. But later, Chen Che was hunted by men in black, and when he was on the verge of death, it was his master Taixuan, who had returned from his travels, who saved Chen Che after he fell off a cliff. Seeing that he had good aptitude, he brought him back to Kunlun Mountain and took him in as a closed-door disciple.

Recalling the past grievances, the anger in Chen Che's heart was like a volcano about to erupt; he wished he could twist off the heads of Yang Wanqing and her daughter Yang Simin right now.

Chen Che took a deep breath to calm his mood. Looking at his mother's tombstone, he felt sorrow in his heart. When his father died in the car accident, he was framed. To this day, he still does not know where his father Chen Xin's ashes are.

Parents who were so loving while alive, yet now that they are dead, they cannot even be buried together; that bitch Yang Wanqing is truly vicious!

Chen Che kowtowed heavily several times, then stood up, preparing to return to the previous house to settle accounts with Yang Wanqing and her daughter.

Not far from him, a man and a woman had also come to pay their respects.

The man was dressed in a crisp suit with an earphone in his ear. The man was pushing a woman in a wheelchair, stopping in front of a tombstone.

The girl in the wheelchair looked to be twenty-one or twenty-two years old; her skin was as fair as frost and snow, but her face was haggard and weary.

She was wearing a loose sweatshirt with an eye-catching brand logo printed on the chest. She wore slim-fit sweatpants on her lower body, combining three-dimensional tailoring with comfortable fabric, perfectly highlighting the lines of her legs. She wore a pair of sneakers, adding infinite charm to the entire look.

The girl's vibrant outfit was the complete opposite of her actual situation, making her look very contradictory.

The man was likely a Bodyguard. After he stopped the wheelchair in front of the tombstone, he stood silently to the side. Seeing the girl's sorrowful expression and her refusal to leave for a long time, he spoke to urge her.

"Miss, let's go back early. Miss Yang Simin, the daughter of the Jinhai Group chairman, has also invited you to attend her birthday party tonight. If you go back early, you can prepare in advance."

Cheng Kexiang's voice was without joy or sorrow: "What is there to prepare in my current state? Going there would only let others make a joke of me."

"Miss, please don't say that. You suddenly fainted a week ago, and after waking up, your legs lost sensation. But didn't Doctor Xie say that you are just physically weak and your blood circulation is poor, and it's nothing serious? As long as you take your medicine on time and receive Doctor Xie's treatment, you will be fine."

Cheng Kexiang pinched her thigh hard, but there was still no sensation. She sighed: "Let's go back."

Huang Yong pushed Cheng Kexiang toward the car.

Chen Che heard their conversation, and a plan took shape in his heart: "A birthday party? I will definitely let you have an unforgettable birthday."

Chen Che was just about to leave when he suddenly heard Huang Yong's cry.

"Miss, what's wrong with you, Miss, Miss!"

Huang Yong had only pushed Cheng Kexiang a short distance when Cheng Kexiang's body suddenly stiffened, her whole body convulsed, and her eyes rolled back.

Huang Yong was at a loss and shouted to the driver: "Come and help, hurry and take Miss to the hospital!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Che's figure appeared beside them like a ghost, giving Huang Yong a start.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?!" Huang Yong stared at Chen Che, his face full of vigilance.

Chen Che carefully examined the convulsing Cheng Kexiang and said, "It's too late to go to the hospital; in five minutes at most, she will be dead."