Chapter 1 The beginning of the collapse of heaven
Aoki Castle, Minamibo City.

The sky was overcast with heavy rain and thunder.

In a simple self-built house, a seriously injured middle-aged man was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. His eyes were dim, and a thousand horses were galloping through his heart.

Just an hour ago, he was in his warm and comfortable bedroom, with a 1.5L bottle of iced black tea at hand, reading a novel on his second-hand gaming chair, twisting like a maggot.

Just when he was complaining about the villain being too powerful and cruel, the next moment he traveled to this world.

Although my life used to be dull and boring, it was stable and comfortable.

But as the shattered memories of his original body frantically flooded into his mind, he discovered that this world was exactly the world of the novel he had traveled through.

In the vast and boundless world of immortal cultivation, some people travel the world freely and at ease. Some people overturn the world and have boundless magical powers. Among the countless living beings, there are many destined protagonists who go against the will of heaven.

But all this has nothing to do with his original self from when he traveled through time. He was just a middle-aged cultivator who spent his days eating and waiting to die and accomplished nothing. He worked as a security guard in the Zhao family in Dongfang City.

The only thing worth mentioning is that in the original novel he is a cannon fodder with a name. Cannon fodder also has a role, and his role is to give the male protagonist a slap in the face and serve as a background board for the villain.

What is a background board? The original body is also called Jiang He. He has three disciples, all of whom are powerful demon masters in the future. They are all cruel and ruthless, and do all kinds of evil.

Logically speaking, as a master, he should have been able to rise to the top since his disciple was so extraordinary.

But he is just a background board. In order to be lazy, the author directly blames the psychological distortion of these three demon giants on Jiang He, the cannon fodder.

It was because their master, Jiang He, was also a pervert. He adopted three disciples from orphans just to serve as his slaves. He would beat and scold them on a daily basis, torturing them constantly to vent his resentment for the grievances he suffered every day and the losses in gambling.

Today is a key plot in the original text.

The third young master of the Lin family was rejected by the Zhao family. In anger, he wanted to break into the Zhao family and tear up the engagement, muttering that things change over time.

As a sixth-level Qi training master, Jiang He was idle, but he didn't want to give up this leisurely job. Otherwise, where would he get the spiritual stones to support his food, drink and entertainment?
So, in keeping with his duty as a guard, he stepped forward to stop this young cultivator who was at the fourth level of Qi training.

Unexpectedly, he slapped him and sent him flying, seriously injured and dying, crawling back home with difficulty. After returning home, he tortured the young apprentice who was guarding the house to death to vent his anger.

No wonder three years later, this person was imprisoned by his apprentice and tortured for a whole year before dying in agony. After his death, he was trained into a corpse leader and traveled back and forth between the three demon sects to be controlled by others.

What a bad deal!
The protagonist was really ruthless. The slap left him with a swollen nose and face, tinnitus in his ears, and countless stars spinning in front of his eyes.

He looked around the room. It was very small, with a bed and a table. On the table was a long whip with dried blood on it.

Jiang He endured the pain in his head and sat up from the bed with difficulty, only to find that the sheets were full of stains and even the air was full of strange smells.

Thinking that he had been lying on this for an hour, Jiang He almost vomited.

After all, he is a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi training, how come he is too lazy to even perform a cleaning spell? Jiang He recalled the cleaning spell in his memory and pinched out a spell in his hand.

A faint spiritual light overflowed from the fingertips, and after circling the bed sheet for a circle, the dirt on it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and even the odor in the air was removed without a trace, the effect was immediate. The spiritual energy in the Dantian decreased by about one percent. There was only one room in this house. After going out, outside the room was the resting place for the three apprentices. There was a large bunk bed on the ground, and the simple kitchen was next to the bunk bed. All kinds of sundries were piled here, which seemed very crowded.

He ordered the other two disciples to go to the Zhao family's spiritual fields to harvest spiritual grains, leaving only the tortured and mentally ill little disciple at home.

Originally, he had planned to send his little apprentice out, but the spiritual grains here were not as easy to harvest as those in the mortal world. Thanks to the improvements made by countless spiritual plant masters, the rice stalks were two meters long and the leaves were as sharp as blades.

However, the young apprentice's condition could not meet the Zhao family's needs, so they had to leave her at home to look after the house.

"Jin'er, are you hungry?"

A little black-haired girl was sitting there blankly, her big round eyes staring at the ground without blinking, as if she didn't hear him at all.

His sallow face was swollen and red from being beaten, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He was wearing simple linen clothes, with his thin shoulders exposed, red from the cold, and mottled marks of whip marks on his body.

Not long ago, her predecessor vented his anger on her. He slapped her in the face and then continued to beat her by her hair without saying a word. Her predecessor found it boring and was too lazy to continue beating her.

What a birth, such a young girl, only eight years old, would have been in elementary school in her previous life.

When Lin Jin was first adopted, he was innocent and lively, and was a follower, always calling "Master, Master" behind his predecessor.

As a result, he was hung up and beaten severely for a whole day by his impatient predecessor. Only then did he know the true face of the master who "kindly" adopted him. From crying and struggling at the beginning to silence later, he protectively closed his heart.

It is hard to imagine that this wooden-like little girl later became a man-eating alchemist who terrified the monks and had a hobby of turning the monks into pills while they were still alive.

According to the different skills and physiques of the cultivators, he made elixirs of different flavors and effects. He was moody and summarized the magic elixir book "The Secret of Human Elixir".

"Ugh."

Jiang He touched her messy hair. She had no expression on her face, but she could feel her thin body trembling slightly and she sighed silently.

It was all the sins of his previous life that made him travel through time and be beaten half to death by the male protagonist, and now he has to face the future revenge of his apprentice.

Fortunately, he didn't have any special abilities, but he was quite tenacious, so he couldn't bring himself to wipe out these little girls.

He also felt the pain himself as he grew up in an orphanage when he was young.

He was often bullied by other children due to lack of nutrition and maldevelopment. He was finally adopted by a couple. Who knew that the couple was just abusing cats and dogs and got tired of playing with him? He was tortured for a year before he was discovered by kind-hearted people. He was then sponsored by him, and he studied hard despite the darkness of his childhood, and finally graduated from a key university.

His childhood experiences did not make him disappointed in the world. Instead, he lived his life with a more optimistic attitude - he had experienced such hardships before, so what else was there to be afraid of?
Now that things have come to this, I’m afraid it will be difficult to return to the original world.

He had been redeemed by others before, and now perhaps it was his turn to redeem others.

He hoped that one day, when he touched the little heads of his disciples, they would close their eyes comfortably, just like the tortured animals he had taken in.
(End of this chapter)