Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

"Ahhhh! We can't let him go!"

"Kill Xiao Jingxuan! Kill him!"

"Such a traitor who betrays his teacher and ancestors must be killed as soon as possible!"

"Immortal Yun Huai, what are you still hesitating about? Such a vicious person with evil intentions must have his eyes dug out alive and be punished severely!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The people below the execution platform raised their swords and shouted in unison.

The winter of that year was particularly cold. The violent snowstorm was like a hungry wolf sweeping across the wilderness, tearing at his flesh and gnawing at his bones.

Xiao Jingxuan's eyes were gouged out, leaving him blind. He was tied to the largest stone pillar in the middle of the execution platform with a soul-binding chain.

There was a magic array set up around him, and no one dared to get close to him. He was half dead and couldn't escape.

It was almost midnight when Xiao Jingxuan exhaled a faint hot breath that could freeze instantly. Under the pale moonlight, the sand dunes looked like a tomb made of silver.

There was no movement, everything was quiet.

Until... a warm feeling covered the back of his cold hand, "Be quiet, I will take you away from here."

A familiar and long-lasting voice, as if coming from a dream.

Xiao Jingxuan opened his bloody eyes with great difficulty, but still could not see anything.

"My friend, I am a sinner in the world. Please don't exchange your bright future for my broken life."

The soul-binding lock with the master's seal was easily unlocked by an unknown immortal friend, "I am just a nameless waste, what future do I have?"

Xiao Jingxuan was carried on someone's shoulders and smelled the faint scent of camellia, which penetrated his mind and heart.

"You were able to enter this formation silently, which shows that you have great skills. How can you be considered useless?"

His body was covered in blood holes, which blended into his black robe. The hem of his robe left a long trail of blood on the clean ground.

"Master! Junior Brother Jingxuan, he, he escaped!"

Yun Huai Immortal Venerable calmly sat cross-legged on the futon, "Just run away if you want to. How long can a blind useless person live if he runs away?"

"Just tell everyone that he's dead."

When Xiao Jingxuan woke up again, he heard the sound of raindrops hitting bamboo.

I didn't expect that he was really rescued. At first I thought it was just a dream. His voice was hoarse and broken, "My friend? Are you still there?"

The scent of white camellia lingering in my nose became stronger. "You're awake. I'm always here. Don't worry."

It had been drizzling for several days, and Xiao Jingxuan's senses were gradually deteriorating.

"My friend, I am grateful for your life-saving grace. I have been given a few days to steal away. Could you please tell me your name?"

He waited for a long time before he heard a very light sigh, "I am Chu Huaizhou."

Xiao Jingxuan had a tear in the corner of his eye and slowly closed his empty eyes, "I didn't expect it would be you."

Tears fell on the pillow, "My, Junior Master."

Xiao Jingxuan still couldn't survive the serious injury and died, which made people happy.

Chu Huaizhou sent his body back to his hometown in Piling, where he found a bamboo forest and erected an unnamed stone tablet.

The remaining soul of Xiao Jingxuan watched Chu Huaizhou sitting beside the small mound for a long time, with the carving knife in his hand bleeding.

He murmured and choked up, "As a person, how can I carve an epitaph for you?"

People hate him so much that they want to drink his blood, eat his flesh, and erect a tombstone for him, but they cannot rest in peace.

"Xiao Jingxuan is finally dead! Everyone is happy!"

"How did he die? Did his master personally judge his death?"

"There's news coming from the top of the Azure Clouds. I heard that he committed suicide out of fear of punishment. His soul core exploded, and his soul was reduced to ashes. Nothing was left behind."

"Speaking of Xiao Jingxuan, he is considered a rare talent in the world of cultivation. He was able to open his spiritual eyes at the age of eleven. If he had not taken the wrong path, he would not have ended up like this."

"A handsome young man with great ambitions, worshipped the azure sky at a young age, and ended up not being able to return. What a pity, what a pity!"

The thing Xiao Jingxuan regretted most in his life was worshipping in the First Immortal Palace at the top of the blue sky.

The person he owed the most in his life was the light green figure standing with his hands behind his back under the camellia tree - Chu Huaizhou.

"Hey, have you heard? Biluo Yundian is looking for someone recently and is offering a reward of fifty taels of silver."

"Fifty taels of silver?! So much!? Who are you looking for?"

"Your Excellency Ningyou."

"whispering sound."

"He is just a useless piece of trash. If he is missing, then he is missing. Why are we still looking for him? This Pavilion Master is really something."

"Don't say anything. How can you and I guess what the Pavilion Master is thinking?"

It's just the loss of a big devil and a useless cultivator. Who would be sad about it?

Three months later, the storm gradually subsided, and anyone who mentioned the devil Xiao Jingxuan could only sigh.

"Mom, you're carrying so many bags, are you going on a long journey? Where are you going?"

"Xiao Meng, I want to go to Piling. My son Abao has been getting sicker these past few days. I heard that there is an old immortal who can cure all diseases."

"Piling? Oh, you can't go there. You can't go there. I heard that it's Xiao Jingxuan's old nest and his ghost is wandering there."

The devastated mother smiled bitterly, tears falling from her cloudy eyes, "What else can we do? We can't just watch A-bao die."

After seeing the last patient, the white-haired old man sat down on the table and took a sip of cold tea.

Before he could swallow it, a mouthful of blood spurted out, "It seems that I have reached the end, Jingxuan."

It is said to be a magical pill that can cure all diseases, but only Xiao Jingxuan, who is still a remnant of his soul, knows that it is just an ordinary pill that can be found everywhere in drugstores on the street.

It can cure all diseases, but because Chu Huaizhou injected spiritual power and his own vitality into it, he aged rapidly day by day in front of Xiao Jingxuan in just three months.

"Thank you so much, thank you so much, old immortal. Thank you so much, old immortal, for saving my Abao's life."

Chu Huaizhou's voice was as cold as ever, "No need to thank me."

"God, can you please tell me your name? When I return home, I will definitely copy scriptures and pray for you."

Chu Huaizhou paused as he wrote the prescription, and a ball of ink fell down, "Jingxuan."

Facing the commotion behind the curtain and the pale face of the person in front of him, he moved his lips and insisted stubbornly, "It's Jingxuan."

Xiao Jingxuan still remembers that when he first met Chu Huaizhou, he was cold, arrogant and lonely, leaning against a tree trunk, with the spring noon sun falling right between his brows and eyes.

It was the first time he looked at a man and he was distracted and involuntarily moved closer. While he was stunned, he was about to walk forward.

He was pulled away by his good friend who went up the mountain with him to become a disciple. "Hey, stop looking, stop looking, hurry up, you won the first place, you have to become the master's disciple."

Xiao Jingxuan looked back every three steps and said, "That immortal is really good-looking. Hey, do you know his name?"

When he was about to look back again, he heard a cold voice in his ear, "My name is Chu Huaizhou, don't look back anymore, watch the road carefully."

Xiao Jingxuan obediently looked at his feet and found that he was almost tripped by a rock.

Xiao Jingxuan felt that Chu Huaizhou died more miserably than him. On the day when his luck was about to end, he crawled to the nameless monument.

He fell in front of the monument, breathing weakly, "Xiao Jingxuan, don't forget my name again. I won't tell you next time."

Leaning against Xiao Jingxuan's grave, his hand on the tombstone, his eyes closed, his face pale, slowly rotting.

The smell of rotten meat attracted many wolves. An almost transparent remnant soul could only watch. He could not do anything as his soul passed through the bodies of all the wolves.

"Junior Master Uncle, Junior Master Uncle, Chu Huaizhou."

The leading wolf simply walked closer and sniffed, then lay down on his front legs with his head lowered, howled silently for a moment, and then left with the pack.

Chu Huaizhou turned into a pile of bones. Xiao Jingxuan wanted to hold on to the bones tightly, and passed through them again and again. Finally, he and his body were buried by the fallen leaves.

When Xiao Jingxuan regained consciousness and was about to open his eyes, someone kicked him in the chest.