Wan Zhen resented her junior brothers and sisters, and even the arrangements made by her sect elders. The Heavenly Demon Immortal-Slaying Sword caught this subconscious thought buried deep within her heart.
Demonic magic secretly seized control of that emotion. Instantly, it was as though a floodgate had opened: her negative feelings surged out like floodwaters, spilling forth, filling her chest and swelling through her brain.
Why! Why should those old fossils reincarnate generation after generation, then come back to steal my place as the eldest senior sister! They've cultivated for over a thousand years, through a dozen lifetimes, and they still end up as my junior sisters. They're nothing but a pack of useless trash!
I'm the most outstanding one! Emei's great rise should rest on me, not those damned Three Heroes and Two Clouds! Give me a thousand years, and I'd surely have become a Heavenly Immortal and achieved Ascension long ago! Even the Three Immortals and Two Elders are useless. All those years of cultivation were wasted on dogs...
The more she thought, the angrier she became. Feeling that her elders were unjust, she began to hate them all. The first person she hated was Elder Longbrow, whom she believed had shown favoritism by withholding the true Daoist arts from her master. Her master had clearly been senior to Qi Shouming and had cultivated longer, yet in the end had been forced to practice Buddhist teachings as well and ascend instead to the World of Ultimate Bliss...
They must have forced Master into it. Master must have been utterly disappointed in everyone in the Emei Sect!
Thinking of her master, Master Baiyun, she felt as though knives were twisting in her heart. She felt she ought to avenge her master and her two junior sisters...
Her mind was