My Cultivation Is Gone, Senior Sisters—Please Show Some Restraint

Bound to a bizarre system, I have no choice but to masquerade as a good-for-nothing who has lost all his cultivation, enduring the fickleness of the world and the wanton humiliation of others. But what they don't know is that the more wretched I become, the more the senior sister—usually so aloof and ascetic—lets her morbid possessiveness toward me surge. She won't allow anyone to truly harm me, yet she longs to keep me, helpless and utterly dependent, hidden away for herself...