My fucking desiples
I once stood at the peakthe founder, the core, the Sect Master of the Azure Dragon Sect. Others mocked it, calling it the Fucking Broken Sect, but I forged it from nothing, raising it to glory with blood, sweat, and trust. I gave my disciples freedom. I let them grow. I treated them like family.
They repaid me with betrayal.
Four thousand disciples. Ten core elites led by Alex, the one I trusted most. Together they crushed me, mocking me in the same valley I bled to build. “This sect is too great for you, they said. Step aside, weakling.
Even Xiao, my beloved little disciple, the one I raised as a daughter, was manipulated into ending my life with the very sword I gifted her.
Humiliated. Alone. Dead.
But fate isn’t done with me.
In death, I received a broken system. A shattered force of vengeance and rebirth. I awakened as an orphan boy beneath the bridge outside the very sect I created. I watched them from the shadows recruiting new disciples, laughing in the halls I built.
Fine.
I joined them again.
As a nameless weakling, I will rise. I will reclaim what is mine. I will remind every single one of those fucking disciples
The Sect Master has returned.
