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"The young city lord is truly extraordinary; even his somersaults are so elegant!"

"A good-for-nothing is a good-for-nothing; he only deserves this kind of clumsy, dog-like scrambling!"

"How dare they ambush Elder Mochou! They've courted death!"

"This stubborn bastard has been acting recklessly for a long time, so his actions are to be expected!"

"Look at how trembling our young city lord's legs are! He must be too weak. This won't do!"

"A hostage should have the awareness of a hostage. Your mission is to atone for your parents' sins. How dare you be so presumptuous?"

......

Upon hearing these spoiled young masters mention their parents, Fan Tong suddenly looked up. His already blood-stained face, combined with his scarlet eyes, made him appear exceptionally terrifying.

The outer disciples involuntarily shuddered, quickly shut their mouths, and turned their gazes to the side. Suddenly, they recalled the scene of being brutally beaten by Fan Tong in the past, and a trace of regret rose in their hearts.

"You're such a bully! Get back to your doghouse right now and behave like a servant disciple, doing what you're supposed to do. Don't worry, my Fengqing Sect will not raise a sinner like you! And don't even think about participating in the Qingyun Pavilion selection again!"

At some point, Elder Mochou appeared behind Fan Tong. Although her tone was as cold as ever, it carried a hint of mockery.

Upon hearing this, Fan Tong slowly turned around and looked directly at Elder Mochou, who seemed as cold as ice. "I can't always be a hostage, and you can only ever be an elder!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Tong stopped looking at Elder Mo Chou, who was about to explode, and, enduring his injuries, strode towards the exit of the martial arts arena.

"How dare you! Stop right there!"

A handsome and arrogant young man suddenly appeared from behind Elder Mochou, blocking Fan Tong's path and scolding him.

"Isn't this Bai Chi? Who gave you the audacity to block my way?"

The person standing before him was none other than Bai Chi, whom he had ravaged countless times, but who was now being designated as Elder Mochou's personal disciple because of his sister's connections. Naturally, he was also one of the candidates who could pass the Qingyun Pavilion's selection process.

"You glutton...you good-for-nothing! Stop acting tough! Do you know what it means to live in a different world now? From this moment on, our destinies have changed. I will rise to the top, become an elder's personal disciple, receive a powerful martial arts inheritance, and dominate the world!"

"And you, you are still that sinner's son, still holed up in your doghouse-like warehouse, still carrying your garbage around delivering goods every day!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Tong smiled, but the sight of his blood-covered face was chilling. "I don't know about the future, but right now? Dealing with you will be a piece of cake!"

After saying that, Fan Tong suddenly swung his fist and lunged forward.

Upon seeing this, Bai Chi's eyes flashed with fear, his legs went weak, and under everyone's gaze, he unconsciously took several steps back.

"I was just wiping away some blood, look how excited you are! My God, you actually peed your pants from fright!" Fan Tong casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and deliberately exaggeratedly teased Bai Chi.

Whether he was startled or not, Bai Chi actually looked down at his crotch!

"This is the elder's personally taught disciple? Tch..."

Fan Tong said dismissively, then burst into hearty laughter and continued walking forward.

Seeing that he had been tricked by Fan Tong again, Bai Chi clenched his fists in anger, but ultimately did not have the courage to attack Fan Tong.

When Elder Mochou saw this scene, her expressionless face furrowed slightly, and disappointment was evident in her eyes.

Bai Chi caught a glimpse of this look of disappointment, and glared angrily at Fan Tong's departing figure. He secretly resolved to find someone to teach Fan Tong a lesson later.

Fan Tong left the training ground and walked towards the warehouse as if nothing had happened. Despite being humiliated by Elder Mochou just now, he seemed to care in no way.

The disciples of Fengqing Sect were used to seeing Fan Tong covered in blood and floating around. Some even greeted him, and Fan Tong responded nonchalantly. Others showed disdain, pity, or even a few curses.

Fan Tong calmly accepted the gazes of these disciples, his heart no longer stirred by them. As for those few who had uttered arrogant words, he would deal with them after he recovered from his injuries!

Since arriving at Fengqing Sect ten years ago, although he lives here every day, he has been unable to integrate into the group, and he has experienced all sorts of different feelings along the way.

Looking at the warehouse on the low hill not far away, Fan Tong felt a warm feeling. That was where he had lived for ten years. Even though it was filled with all kinds of Fengqing Sect's odds and ends, at least it was his own place.

The warehouse was very large, with a spacious courtyard. It was originally guarded by ten people, but due to Fan Tong's arrival, the manager forcibly transferred away the other eight young disciples, leaving only the somewhat mentally unstable madwoman.

Arriving at the warehouse door, Fan Tong rubbed his slightly stiff face, then, as always, pushed open the door with a smile.

This is a rule he set for himself: no matter how difficult things are outside, he must unload his burdens and maintain a cheerful mood when he returns home.

For no other reason than that this is home, and I can't leave all the good things outside while bringing all the frustrations into the house.

Grandma, I'm home!

Fan Tong called out and looked eagerly at the ancient tree in the distance. In front of the ancient tree stood a stone tablet, and the old woman with a full head of white hair sat there as always, staring blankly at the stone tablet.

Fan Tong wasn't disappointed by the lack of response from the old woman; he was already used to it. Unless the old woman was willing, no one could get her to talk!

Fan Tong whistled as he returned to the warehouse to wash off the blood and grime covering his body. He changed into a clean set of hemp clothes and then sat down on a bench in the courtyard.

He showed no signs of frustration or resentment; instead, he exuded resilience and optimism—a realization he gained from ten years of life in the Fengqing Sect.

Complaining and blaming others are not good ways to make friends; instead, facing challenges with equanimity will bring you success!

"Grandma, let me recover from my injuries first, then we'll eat!"

After Fan Tong finished speaking, he focused his mind, closed his eyes slightly, and silently focused his breath on his dantian. Then he circulated his internal energy to recover from his injuries.

Martial artists believe that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is the origin of the world. Through continuous experimentation, they have determined a relatively safe breathing method to transform the original spiritual energy into their own spiritual energy, which they can control as if it were their own arm, thereby improving their cultivation level. This is the martial artist's cultivation method!

However, the technique Fan Tong used was different; it absorbed the life force and spiritual energy of heaven and earth. He could sense that it was part of a profound technique, although he did not yet know its name or its subsequent content.

Because even this little bit of skill came from the old woman sitting by the stone tablet!

As the so-called son of a sinner, he was not qualified to receive even the slightest support from the Fengqing Sect, let alone extremely precious cultivation techniques.

Ever since he was brought to the Fengqing Sect at the age of five and collapsed from exhaustion while kneeling and begging the sect leader on the sect leader's peak, Fan Tong knew that he would have to rely on himself for the rest of his life.

So over the years, in order to train his physical body, he frequently fought with other disciples, not caring that he was covered in wounds, and continued fighting after his injuries healed.

It has a spirit of never giving up and never giving up the fight!

Five years ago, Fan Tong fought Bai Chi for the first time and suffered a crushing defeat. Bai Chi and his other disciples beat him so badly that his legs were almost broken, and he could only crawl back to the warehouse in the pouring rain.

In the pouring rain, Fan Tong discovered that the old woman was still sitting upright beside the stone tablet, soaked to the bone. Gritting his teeth, Fan Tong picked up a tattered straw hat and struggled to climb over to shield the old woman from the downpour.

It was only this time that the old woman turned her head and looked at Fan Tong directly for the first time, after which she muttered something to herself.