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The familiar pressure descended again, and the disciples consciously stopped whispering and returned to their respective positions to listen to orders.

Unexpectedly, the person who spoke this time was the sect leader Ouyang Yi. Qi Gui's heart sank and he actually smiled miserably.

"Inspired by the destiny, the Xuanyuan Peak Master's plan to accept a disciple has changed, and the matter of Qi Gui has been put to rest."

Some of the disciples in the field were shocked, some felt that this move was inappropriate, and most were gloating, especially Zheng Huaian who was standing next to Qi Gui.

"Oh, I thought there must be something wrong. You want to be the disciple of the number one sword master? Try in your next life!"

Qi Gui felt as if he had fallen into ice, his heart tightened, and a burst of bloody air rushed from his chest to his throat, but he swallowed it down forcefully.

Hate it? How can I not hate it? A single word from a powerful person can easily decide life and death. But it is useless to hate it. This is the world of cultivation where strength is respected. Only by constantly becoming stronger and becoming stronger than everyone else can I completely get rid of this humiliation.

However, for Qi Gui, the painful scene of falling from heaven to hell has not yet ended, because Xuanyuan Zhan spoke again, but not to him.

"Tianlu Peak disciple Yuan Fei stepped forward."

Amid the discussions among the crowd, Yuan Fei, with a confused look on his face, flashed out from the team, stood at the bottom of the stairs and saluted.

"The disciple is here!"

"Would you like to be my apprentice?"

"what?"

Yuan Fei didn't react for a moment. He looked up in surprise, then turned to look at Qi Gui who had just been rejected, but he kept his head down and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Xuanyuan Zhan frowned, feeling slightly dissatisfied with Yuan Fei's silly look.

"Tell me your answer."

Yuan Fei shuddered all over and subconsciously looked at Luo Yiyi who was standing in the middle of the bosses, fearing that she would be unhappy if he agreed, but unexpectedly saw her nodding heavily, as if to express her agreement.

This time he finally got his head around it, and immediately knelt on his knees to pay his respects to his master.

"Disciple Yuan Fei, hello to Master!"

Xuanyuan Zhan waved his sleeves, and Yuan Fei's kneeling body was lifted up by spiritual power.

"Disciple Yuan Fei, from now on you will become my seventh direct disciple."

Once the word was spoken, the whole place fell silent. No matter how envious or jealous they were, Yuan Fei finally took a shortcut different from others.

Cao Jun looked at Qi Gui worriedly. Being an upright person, Cao Jun felt deeply that Qi Gui was being treated unfairly, but he was far from being qualified to redress his grievances. He just hoped that Qi Gui would be stronger and not develop a mental demon because of this incident.

Qi Gui looked like a defeated dog that had lost its home. The glances from behind were either mocking or sympathetic. He became the biggest joke of the Tianyan Sect.

The world is unfair! The world is unfair! Since this world respects strength, why should we follow the hypocritical morality? Since there is no fairness and justice, why should we suppress our desires and restrain ourselves?

As long as I become the strongest in the world, I will be the justice of this world!

Qi Gui stood with his head down, his fists gradually tightened, his polished nails sunk deep into the flesh, a flash of red light flashed in his dark eyes. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, revealing a playful smile on his face, and he seemed to have become a different person - from extremely kind to extremely evil.

Trapped in a demonic state, he blocked out the sounds from the outside world and naturally did not notice when the whole place became silent, until his right hand hanging by his side was wrapped in warmth.

He woke up instantly, and what he saw was a black head. In a trance, he met a pair of clear and innocent big eyes.

"Master...uncle...grandfather?"

Standing in front of Qi Gui was Luo Yiyi who ran down the stairs. She knew that since she had ruined the other party's wish to become her disciple, he would not agree to become her apprentice. What's more, she was still a child. There was no similar case in any fairy tale movie.

She had no choice but to do it herself. No matter whether she used soft or hard tactics, she had to make the other party agree. Otherwise, wouldn't the reason she vowed to take him in as her disciple when she tried to snatch him away just now be untenable?

As the ancestor of the Tianyan Sect, you should save your own face!

Because she was short, Luo Yiyi didn't notice anything unusual in Qi Gui's expression. She only saw his clenched fists. She thought he must be very angry, so she subconsciously wanted to pry his fists open, thinking that this would help him calm down.

When the fist was broken open, four crescent-shaped blood holes came into view. Without the blocking of the nails, the bright red blood rushed out, passing through the rough palm and then flowing through Luo Yiyi's white and tender fingers.

The contrast between the glaring red and white made Qi Gui, who was in a daze, completely sober up. He hurriedly tried to pull back his hands, but was held tightly by Luo Yiyi's hands.

Luo Yiyi raised her head, her big eyes staring straight at Qi Gui's panicked eyes as he retreated and evaded.

"Does it hurt?"

Qi Gui was stunned. He opened his eyes wide in disbelief and his mind went blank.

Luo Yiyi was quite confused. Does it hurt or not? And why does the protagonist look like he has seen a ghost? Is he stupid because of the pain? Can the stupid protagonist still be possessed by the devil?

She was so worried that she asked again eagerly to confirm whether the protagonist's brain was normal.

"Does it hurt?"

The two words seemed to trigger a switch buried deep in my heart. A sour feeling suddenly spread from my heart, followed by a picture in my memory.

When he was 3 years old, in order to take care of the seriously ill old gardener, he set out from Qi's house before dawn every day, ran to the nearby mountains to pick up firewood, and then carried it back to the city to sell to shops when the sun came out.

On the way back that day, a running child bumped into him and they both fell down. The child's mother quickly rushed over. Fortunately, the mother was a reasonable person and did not force the responsibility on him. However, because of his horrible appearance, she did not say much and picked up the child and ran across the street.

After bundling up the scattered firewood and putting it on his thin shoulders, Qi Gui glanced across the street before leaving. The scene at that glance was deeply engraved in his mind.

The mother first severely blamed the child for his recklessness, but soon softened her heart because of the child's crying. She patiently comforted the child in a soft voice, and was worried that the child might be really injured and checked him carefully.

"Does it hurt? Baby, does it hurt?"

"Wow, it hurts, Mom, it hurts so much..."

After confirming with her own eyes that the child had no wounds, the mother felt relieved, but at the same time she felt helpless and amused about her son's whining.

"It's okay, baby, stop crying. Mommy will take you to buy your favorite candied haws, okay?"

"Woo, okay~"

The little Qi Gui was unaware of the envy and desire revealed in his eyes. He raised his skinny arms, which were covered with various scars, either from working or being beaten. There was almost no intact area.

Pain was no longer a feeling for him, but something he had to endure in life. When he was on the verge of death countless times, the overwhelming pain made him even look forward to the arrival of death.

He thought he should have gotten used to it by now, that no matter how much pain he endured, it would pass, and if he couldn't endure it, he would just die.

But now, when someone - even if it was just a 6-year-old child - asked him if it hurt, and looked at him with worry in his eyes, the defense he had built up so long ago suddenly collapsed, and a feeling of grievance suddenly filled his every limb.

Qi Gui's eyes were red, and he tried hard to suppress the sadness in his heart. He answered with trembling lips and a hoarse voice.

"It hurts, I hurt so much..."

How could he get used to it? It was just that no one had ever cared about him, so he could only deceive himself and repeatedly tell himself that it didn't hurt. He didn't want to face the reality of being alone, because once he faced it, how would he have the courage to live?

A 12-year-old boy should be full of vigor and ambition, but Qi Gui, who survives in the cracks, has only one pure wish buried deep in his heart that he himself is not even aware of.

——I only wish there was someone to accompany me forever.