Atop the floating Heavenlight Pagoda, the greatest sects of the righteous path gather in solemn fury.

Celestial Harmony Sect

Jade Radiance Pavilion

Heaven-Sealing Sect

Pure Frost Valley

A meeting held by only this sects in secret to not draw attention from the others, not wanting it to be heard by the supreme sects. 

And others, seated in a spiral of light, overlooking the mortal world like judges from heaven.

Sect Leader Mo Tiansheng speaks first:

 "This Wuxie… this demon… cannot be allowed to ascend."

"He's a spark," another leader growls. "But if left unchecked, he will become a wildfire."

Elder Yun from Jade Radiance Pavilion clenches his fist.

"Already, the demonic sects grow bolder. Our scouts report the Bone Shadow Clan moving. The Black Lotus Sect stirring. All because of that boy."

"His existence emboldens evil."

They come to a consensus: Wuxie must die.

They prepare to send their elite sect children, heirs, and assassins—not for justice, but to show dominance.

But deep in their hearts, even these paragons of the righteous path… fear him.

Scene Shift: Thousand Serpent Sect – Grand Elder's Forbidden Chamber

A cold, damp underground hall.

Statues of serpents carved from blood jade coil across the walls.

At the center: a massive serpent skeleton, hollow yet pulsating with demonic Qi.

Here stands Grand Elder Han Wu, Wuxie's true master.

Wuxie kneels shirtless, black rune scars glowing faintly on his spine.

Han Wu holds aloft a primordial shard—an ancient crystal filled with swirling crimson mist.

"This is a fragment of the Primordial Chaos Demon, lost to time, the one you brought from the blood trails. Mortal flesh cannot hold it."

Wuxie smirks.

"Then it's time I stop being mortal."

Without hesitation, Han Wu drives the shard into Wuxie's chest.

Blood Ritual Begins

Pain is not the right word. This is annihilation given form. His bones dissolve, his Qi burns backward, every nerve screaming as he's flooded with a torrent of memories:

Planets devoured by a laughing shadow.

Demon kings eating the marrow of gods.

Endless screaming under a black sea.

Most would have died by now.

But Wuxie laughs through bloody teeth.

 "More… give me more…"

Han Wu smiles cruelly. Wuixe was truly a demon, one which he is proud to be a master of

Later, At the Announcement of the Successor's Duel:

 Standing before the Thousand Serpent Sect's arena—a massive stone pit surrounded by venomous fog and sharp fangs of rock—Han Wu declares before all gathered:

 "The position of Sect Master Successor will be decided by combat."

Gasps erupt among the disciples and elders. His own son, Han Liang, stands proudly in polished serpent-scale armor, confident and disdainful.

Han Wu continues coldly:

"The competitors: Han Liang… and Yin Wuxie."

The crowd falls into stunned silence.

"But… but that's your son!"

Han Wu shrugs his shoulders and simply says:

 "My bloodline means nothing next to potential."

He turns to Wuxie, voice cold but proud:

 "Win. Break his bones if you must. Rip his heart out if needed. I will not mourn him."

Han Liang's expression twists into fury.

"Father! He's filth! A stray dog!"

Wuxie simply steps forward, shirt still torn from the ritual, crimson lightning dancing over his veins.

"Not a dog," he says. "A serpent, you should be smart enough to tell the basic difference,right? ."

Wuxie and Han Liang Stand Opposite in the Arena

Drums beat. The serpent elders chant low rituals to bless the fight.

The sky turns gray. The world seems to hold its breath.

Wuxie rolls his shoulders, bones clicking into new shapes after the shard's assimilation. His Qi… isn't human anymore or more so is more corrupted than humanly possible

 "Your father chose correctly," Wuxie whispers.

"Shut your cursed mouth!" Han Liang draws his serpent blade. "I will flay you alive!"

Wuxie smiles—teeth like a wolf's now and laughs.

"Good, I'll like to see you try your very best to do so."

The very next day all gathered around to watch the match, inner and outer disciples and elders. 

 

Scene: The Serpent Arena – Dawn Gray Skies

 

Wind howls over the Thousand Serpent Sect's

arena.

The circular stone pit, called the Venom Maw,

has seen thousands of duels—but never one like this.

 

Elders and disciples line the edge in silence.

No cheers. Just tension.

Two figures stand opposite.

 Han Liang – Proud, powerful, wielding the Serpent Fang Blade, serpent-scale armor shimmering with defensive inscriptions,

perfect serpent stance.

Yin Wuxie – Shirtless, lean, scars glowing

faintly, corrupted Qi flickering over him like red smoke caught in moonlight.

He stands casually, as if bored.

 

Internal Dialogue (Han Liang):

 "How dare that bastard stand relaxed in

front of me. Father or no father—I'll leave him crippled."

Internal Dialogue (Wuxie):

 

 "Poor thing. He's still fighting for

approval. I already took it."

 Wuixe grinned as he thought to himself

" This will be fun, another opportunity to test much I've grown, after that generous sacrifice by the participants of the blood trials I am now at the peak of core formation, I can almost taste the Nascent soul stage, with venom in my veins... the win will surely be mine".

 

Panel: The Fight Begins

 

The signal drum beats once.

Instantly, Han Liang strikes first, a serpent of

Qi spiraling around his blade, fangs open, aiming for Wuxie's throat.

"Serpent Style – Fang of a Thousand

Venoms!"

Wuixe's first move? – Trap the Snake:

Wuxie doesn't dodge—he steps into the strike.

The blade cuts deep into his shoulder. Blood

sprays.

 "Wh—"

 

Wuxie grabs the blade with both hands, ignoring

the pain, and twists his entire body, trapping the weapon between bone and

tendon.

"Thanks," he says flatly.

Next plan – Counter with Corruption:

With his free hand, Wuxie slams a palm into Han

Liang's gut.

 

Dark runes burst forward—Corruption Qi flooding

into Han Liang's meridians.

 "Let's rot together."

Han Liang vomits blood immediately, eyes going

red, Qi circulation turning against him.

Wuixe looks at him almost bored

" Hey you're making this too easy, I'm not even going all out, are you... This weak?"

 

Wuixe ask with mock concern

The Crowd Reacts:

 

"He's insane! He let himself be

stabbed—just to infect Liang's Qi channels!"

 "That's not martial combat… that's

butchery!" spoke an elder

" I like this child, this is the true essence of our sect, no weakling is allowed to live"

 An inner disciple said with amusement on his face. 

Elders exchange nervous glances.

Han Liang's Counter – Desperation Technique:

Han Liang roars, summoning a Forbidden Venom Art

his father once taught him secretly.

 "If I die—you die with me!"

Green-black poison Qi floods from his pores,

forming a serpent head construct that lunges for Wuxie.

"Pretty, you're finally putting effort" Wuixe said as he looked with curiosity

His next step– Psychological Break:

Wuxie lets go of the blade, taking another deep

stab wound, but his smile never falters. His blood, mixed with the primordial

shard's essence, sizzles against Han Liang's blade.

He whispers: "Your poison's cute, almost makes me shake, well...almost."

He bites down on his own shoulder wound,drinking his own corrupted blood.

 "But I've already been devoured by worse."

 

The poison serpent slams into Wuxie—and dies mid-strike. Why?

Wuxie's Qi .....is no longer alive.

 

It's decay given form.

 

Poison cannot kill what is already rot

incarnate.

 

 

Han Liang's confidence shatters visibly.

 "Impossible…"

" Possible "

Final blow– Killing Strike:

Wuxie steps forward, slow, deliberate.

"You wanted Father's approval."

He jams two fingers into Han Liang's left eye, blinding

him instantly.

The scream echoes through the entire sect

grounds.

 "I wanted his throne."

 One last strike—a palm to Han Liang's heart,

loaded with all of Wuxie's corrupted Qi.

 "Rot."

Han Liang's entire heart decays to ash, his body

collapsing, armor and all, like discarded snakeskin.

 

"Oh, I won? Haha wonderful, I congratulate you for fighting well, I bow to your filthy ashes as my respect" Wuixe smiles as he does this. 

 

 Silence, absolute silence. 

No cheers. No applause. Just horror.

 

Even the elders—ruthless, demonic

cultivators—watch in uneasy silence.

Han Wu finally breaks the tension, eyes filled with a twisted satisfaction,standing high above: 

"The new successor of the Thousand Serpent Sect, the one who will take my position when I step down…"

"…Yin Wuxie."

Wuxie slowly turns, looking at the Elders

 "I hope you all voted for me. I'd hate to

waste time."

His grin is pure death.