Chapter 3

There is also a fair number of people who die each year due to the internal strife among the disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion. However, as Zhou Dingjun looked at the senior brother in front of him who was advancing bravely and unyieldingly, his heart couldn’t help but be slightly shocked.

If he were in that position, Zhou Dingjun believed that he couldn’t’t do this. He would probably admit defeat when he perceived that he couldn’t’t match the opponent.

As long as the green mountains remain, there will always be firewood. This is the way of life. Not turning back until hitting the south wall is a kind of persistence！

Seeing Yang Kai’s embarrassed figure, but the fighting spirit in his eyes getting stronger and stronger, Zhou Dingjun knew that if he didn’t knock him unconscious, this matter wouldn’t be over today.

With this thought in mind, Zhou Dingjun waved his hand and chopped at Yang Kai’s neck bone with a palm knife. Yang Kai’s fierce momentum suddenly dissipated, his eyes lost their luster, and he fell limply to the ground.

Seeing this scene, a person standing on the canopy of a big tree more than ten zhang away took out a small booklet and randomly turned to a page, which read： Trial disciple Yang Kai vs. ordinary disciple Zhou Dingjun, Zhou Dingjun wins.

The person standing on the canopy of the tree had a graceful figure and was obviously a woman. However, her face was covered with a black veil, making it impossible to see her true features clearly. But her delicate eyebrows and eyes indicated that this person was not old, and the leaf-shaped armband worn on her arm indicated the identity of this woman： a disciple of the Dark Hall of Lingxiao Pavilion！

The Dark Hall of Lingxiao Pavilion is a special institution, under the jurisdiction of the Third Elder of the sect. The disciples in the hall are responsible for recording all matters large and small in the sect, including the wins and losses of duels between disciples.

So when challenging within Lingxiao Pavilion, there is no need to worry that you won’t get contribution points even if you win. The Dark Hall disciples hidden in the dark will definitely record the battle results and summarize them monthly.

After this Dark Hall woman recorded the win and loss of this battle, she took out another smaller booklet from her waist, opened it and took a look. It was written： On the seventh day of the fifth month in the fourteenth year of Jihe, Yang Kai’s one hundred and forty-seventh battle, defeat！

Apart from this newly added line of writing, there were a lot of records of all the results of Yang Kai’s battles above all of which were in what time and which battle number, and the result was nothing more than one word: defeat!

Losing one hundred and forty-seven consecutive battles without a single victory is simply an unprecedented battle record since the establishment of Lingxiao Pavilion. This battle record is enough to shock the world and move the ghosts and gods, with no predecessors and no successors. And the creator of this battle record is now lying quietly on the ground, not knowing whether he is alive or dead.

Yang Kai has never challenged others. These one hundred and forty-seven battles are all challenges from others to him. That is to say, he is challenged once every five days, and this kind of life has lasted for more than two years.

Looking at Yang Kai below, Xia Ning shang’s beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly. She somewhat didn’t understand why Yang Kai would persist to such an extent. He had already been demoted to a trial disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion, and even his own survival and basic necessities were in question. Why did he still stay in Lingxiao Pavilion? If he left here, his life would definitely be much better. What kind of perseverance did this thin and frail have in his heart? That allowed him to lose one hundred and forty-seven consecutive battles without any discouragement.

Perhaps, this is the stupidity of men? Noticing Yang Kai was also an accidental coincidence. As a disciple of the Dark Hall, Xia Ning was arranged to be in charge of monitoring this area. Every time Yang Kai was challenged and every time he was knocked unconscious, she saw it all. One or two times was nothing, but as the number of times increased, Xia Ning began to pay attention to this teenager who was only at the third level of the Body Tempering Realm.

She really wanted to know how long he would persist until he left Lingxiao Pavilion with his perseverance. With such qualifications and such a cultivation speed, he was simply not suitable to stay in this martial arts world. The world of ordinary people was his destination.

Below, the crowd had already dispersed, leaving only Yang Kai fainting on the ground. People came and went, and time passed.

Xia Ning shang’s figure flickered and she had already disappeared above the treetops.

When Yang Kai woke up again, the sun was already high in the sky. Every part of his body ached. He staggered to his feet and looked around. He found that he was no longer in the position where he had fainted, but in the shade of a nearby big tree.

Could it be that some senior brother had a change of heart and carried him over here today? This had never happened before. Yang Kai frowned and scratched his head. He vaguely remembered that in a daze, a hazy figure was swaying in front of his eyes. But this memory was really too vague and he couldn’t think clearly no matter how hard he tried.

However, between the place where he was standing now and the position where he had fainted, there was a very obvious dragging trace, and this trace was clearly caused by dragging a person and rubbing on the ground.

He felt his back again, and immediately a burst of burning pain came.

Yang Kai was stunned for a moment, and then furious! The slightest bit of good impression he had on the kind-hearted person who did good deeds without leaving a name disappeared instantly. This person must have dragged him directly from there, otherwise how could his back have been rubbed off the blood skin.

It would be better to just leave him there and ignore him！ Yang Kai thought to himself.

Just as he was feeling depressed, Yang Kai suddenly found that his right hand seemed to be holding something in feeling uncertain he looked down and saw a small porcelain vase with fine workmanship in his hand.

What is this？ This porcelain bottle definitely doesn’t belong to me. Yang Kai has nothing but a set of clothes and a broom for sweeping the floor. How could he have this？

There is a label pasted on the small porcelain bottle, and there are words on the label. Yang Kai focuses on looked at it and muttered: “Blood Coagulation and Blood Stasis Removal Ointment!”

Yang Kai still knows about Blood Coagulation and Blood Stasis Removal Ointment.

This is the ointment for treating external injuries in Lingxiao Pavilion. Although it is not a peerless good medicine, it has a remarkable curative effect on external injuries. Generally, each disciple will carry a bottle with them in case of unexpected situations. And such a bottle of ointment is also not cheap in the logistics department of Lingxiao Pavilion.

Ten points of sect contribution value for one bottle！

How much contribution can Yang Kai get for sweeping the floor for a month？ Exactly ten points. That is to say, the value of this bottle of ointment in his hand is equivalent to Yang Kai sweeping the floor for a month！

Who is it? At this moment, Yang Kai couldn’t help but feel a surge of fierce emotion in his heart, and the pain on his back suddenly alleviated a lot. He has been in Lingxiao Pavilion for three years. In these three years Yang Kai has been used to the fickleness and lack of righteousness among the disciples of this sect, and has been used to the warmth and coldness of the world. But today, there is actually someone who will leave a bottle of Blood Coagulation and Blood Stasis Removal Ointment after he is injured. This kind of approach deeply touched Yang Kai.

It turns out that the disciples of this sect are not all cold-blooded people.

Perhaps, such a bottle of external injury ointment means nothing to that person, but to Yang Kai, it is the most needed thing at the moment.

There is a saying that a kindness as small as a drop of water will be remembered forever, and when one rises to prosperity in the future, one will repay it with a gushing spring！

While being touched, Yang Kai tries hard to recalled that figure, but it became more and more blurred. Instead, a wisp of faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose and did not dissipate for a long time.

“This medicine is actually fragrant？” Yang Kai suddenly gained knowledge.

Calming his mood, straightening his clothes, and preciously stuffing this bottle of blood-coagulating and blood-stasis-removing ointment into his bosom, Yang Kai picked up the broom in his hand and continued his work of sweeping the floor.

He swept inside and outside, and it was not until noon that today’s work was completed. Dragging his tired and hungry body, Yang Kai returned to his small hut.

The injury from the morning fight had not been treated yet. Although Yang Kai was hungry, he could only endure it and deal with the injury first.

Taking off the green clothes on his body, Yang Kai brought a basin of clear water to wash his body. If someone were to see Yang Kai’s physical condition beside him, they would definitely be shocked.

Yang Kai’s body was very weak, skinny, and the ribs in his abdomen were clearly visible. There didn’t seem to be much meat on his whole body, but on this malnourished body, there were bruises and scars everywhere, and almost no place was intact.

Challenged once every five days, always defeated, always knocked unconscious. Before the old injuries fade, new ones are added. Anybody else would probably not be able to endure such pain, but Yang Kai endured it. Not only endured it, but also cultivated and swept the floor every day, not affected by these injuries at all.

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