Lingxiao Pavilion's disciples often engage in internal strife, and many die each year. However, Zhou Dingjun, looking at the senior brother who charged forward without retreating, couldn't help but feel a bit startled.
If he were in the same situation, Zhou Dingjun admitted he wouldn't be able to do the same. He would probably admit defeat once he realized he was at a disadvantage.
It's wise to preserve one's strength for the future, but not to give up until hitting a wall is a kind of persistence!
Seeing Yang Kai's disheveled state, yet with his fighting spirit growing stronger, Zhou Dingjun knew that if he didn't knock him out, this matter wouldn't be over today.
With this thought, Zhou Dingjun swung his hand and struck Yang Kai's neck with a palm chop. Yang Kai's fierce momentum instantly dissipated, his eyes lost their focus, and he collapsed, limp and lifeless.
Seeing this, a person standing on the treetop about ten zhang away took out a small book and casually flipped to a page, which read: "Trial disciple Yang Kai fought ordinary disciple Zhou Dingjun, Zhou Dingjun won."
The person standing on the treetop had a graceful figure, clearly a woman, but her face was covered with a black veil, making it impossible to see her true appearance. However, her delicate eyebrows indicated that she was young, and the leaf-shaped armband on her arm revealed her identity: a disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion's Dark Hall!
The Dark Hall of Lingxiao Pavilion is a special institution, overseen by the third elder of the sect. The disciples of the hall are responsible for recording all matters within the sect, including the outcomes of duels between disciples.
Therefore, when challenging in Lingxiao Pavilion, one doesn't need to worry about not receiving contribution points even if they win. The Dark Hall disciples hidden in the shadows will record the results, which are summarized and tallied monthly.
After recording the outcome of this battle, the woman from the Dark Hall took out another, smaller book from her waist, opened it, and glanced at a page, which read: "Jihe 14th year, May 7th, Yang Kai's 147th battle, defeat!"
Apart from this new line of text, the book was densely filled with records of all of Yang Kai's battles, all of which ended in defeat, with the exact date and battle number noted.
One hundred and forty-seven consecutive defeats without a single win—this was an unprecedented record since Lingxiao Pavilion was established. This record was enough to shock the heavens and move the spirits, unmatched by anyone before or after. And the creator of this record was now lying on the ground, unconscious.
Yang Kai had never challenged anyone; all 147 battles were initiated by others. In other words, he was challenged every five days, and this had been going on for more than two years.
Looking down at Yang Kai, Xia Ningshang frowned slightly. She couldn't understand why Yang Kai would persist to such an extent. He had already been demoted to a trial disciple, and even his basic survival was a problem. Why did he still stay in Lingxiao Pavilion? If he left, his life would definitely improve. What kind of determination did this thin, young man have that allowed him to remain undaunted even after 147 consecutive defeats?
Perhaps, this was a man's foolishness? Xia Ningshang, as a Dark Hall disciple, was assigned to monitor this area. She had seen Yang Kai being challenged and knocked out every time. At first, it didn't matter, but as the number of times increased, Xia Ningshang began to pay attention to this young man, who was only at the third level of Body Tempering.
She was very curious to know how long he would persist before leaving Lingxiao Pavilion. With his talent and cultivation speed, he was not suited to stay in this world of martial arts; the ordinary world was his true home.
The crowd below had already dispersed, leaving only Yang Kai lying unconscious on the ground. People came and went, and time passed.
Xia Ningshang's figure flickered, and she disappeared from the treetop.
When Yang Kai woke up again, it was already mid-morning. His entire body ached, and he struggled to stand up. Looking around, he realized he was no longer where he had fainted but under the shade of a nearby tree.
This was truly strange. Could it be that one of his fellow disciples had a change of heart and carried him over? This had never happened before. Yang Kai frowned and scratched his head, vaguely remembering a blurry figure moving in front of him when he was half-conscious. But the memory was too vague to recall clearly.
However, there was a clear drag mark between where he was now and where he had fainted, indicating that someone had dragged him across the ground.
Feeling his back, a burning pain immediately spread.
Yang Kai was stunned, then suddenly furious! The good feeling he had for the person who did this good deed without revealing their identity instantly vanished. This person must have dragged him directly, otherwise, his back wouldn't be rubbed raw.
It would have been better to leave him there! Yang Kai thought.
While feeling depressed, Yang Kai suddenly noticed that his right hand was still gripping something. Curious, he looked down and saw a finely crafted small porcelain bottle in his hand.
What is this? This porcelain bottle was definitely not his. Yang Kai had nothing but his clothes and a broom. Where could this have come from?
The small porcelain bottle had a label, and the label had writing. Yang Kai read it carefully, muttering, "Blood-Clotting and Bruise-Healing Ointment!"
Yang Kai knew about the Blood-Clotting and Bruise-Healing Ointment.
It was an ointment used by Lingxiao Pavilion to treat external injuries. Although it wasn't a miraculous cure, it was highly effective for external injuries. Every ordinary disciple carried a bottle as a precaution. Such a bottle of ointment was not cheap in the Lingxiao Pavilion's logistics department.
Ten contribution points per bottle!
How many contribution points did Yang Kai earn from sweeping the floor for a month? Exactly ten points. In other words, the value of the ointment in his hand was equivalent to a month's worth of sweeping!
Who could it be? At this moment, a fierce wave of emotion surged through Yang Kai, and the pain in his back suddenly lessened. He had been in Lingxiao Pavilion for three years, and during that time, he had seen the cold and indifferent nature of the sect's disciples. But today, someone had left a bottle of Blood-Clotting and Bruise-Healing Ointment for him after he was injured, deeply touching him.
It turned out that not all the disciples in this sect were cold and indifferent.
Perhaps, this bottle of ointment was not much to the person who gave it, but to Yang Kai, it was exactly what he needed at the moment.
There is a saying: a drop of water's kindness is remembered for a lifetime, and when one becomes successful, they repay it with a spring of water.
Yang Kai, moved, tried hard to recall the figure, but the memory became increasingly vague. Instead, a faint, lingering fragrance remained in his nose, refusing to dissipate.
"Is this medicine fragrant?" Yang Kai was enlightened.
After calming down, he straightened his clothes and carefully tucked the bottle of ointment into his chest. Yang Kai picked up his broom and continued his work of sweeping.
He swept inside and out, working until noon before finishing his task for the day. Dragging his tired and hungry body, Yang Kai returned to his small room.
The injuries from the morning fight had not been treated. Although Yang Kai was hungry, he had to endure it and treat his injuries first.
Taking off his blue robe, Yang Kai brought a basin of water to wash his body. If someone were to see Yang Kai's condition, they would be shocked.
Yang Kai's body was very weak, emaciated, with his ribs clearly visible. His entire body seemed to have no flesh, but it was covered with bruises and scars, with almost no part left unscathed.
Being challenged every five days, losing each time, and being knocked out, old injuries had not healed before new ones appeared. Any other person would probably not be able to endure such pain, but Yang Kai endured it. Not only did he endure it, but he also practiced sweeping every day, completely unaffected by his injuries.
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