What bad luck! It’s not easy to encounter the disciple selection ceremony of the Xiaoyao Sect, and yet here we are, stuck on guard duty.
Indeed, this time, Master Han Ying is accepting a closed-door disciple. If we miss this grand event, there won't be another chance.
One person lowered his voice and cast a disdainful glance toward the dark cave behind him.
If it weren't for Qi Xiao's narrow-mindedness and malicious intent toward his fellow disciples, we wouldn't be stuck here with him.
The cave was dark and gloomy, illuminated only by a cold light; it was indeed the place where the Xiaoyao Sect imprisoned and punished its disciples.
At that moment, in a corner, a boy of about thirteen or fourteen curled up against the wall. His body was covered in whip marks, bloodied and bruised. If it weren't for the faint aura still lingering around him, one might mistake him for a corpse.
Where is this?
Qi Xiao felt a surge of panic and suddenly opened his eyes. All he could see were the dark stone walls surrounding him. He froze in shock, terror rising in his eyes.
This... this is the Cold Cave of the Xiaoyao Sect.
Hadn’t he died? How could he possibly be here?
Recalling the agony he had suffered in his previous life from various spells and weapons, Qi Xiao trembled all over, his face pale. He hadn’t yet recovered from that extreme pain.
In his past life, he was hunted down by everyone, a target of the entire Xiaoyao Sect. In his final moments, those people had tortured him to death with their spells.
He swore that if he had another chance at life, he would take revenge.
So now... was he reborn?
Qi Xiao looked at his still youthful hands, a genuine pain flashing in his eyes.
If he remembered correctly, this time period marked when Ye Xiuyuan would go so far as to harm himself to frame him.
Ye Xiuyuan was the only son of Elder Ye of the Xiaoyao Sect. With a defective Tianxin vein and a frail body, Elder Ye sought every means to ensure his son could become a disciple under Master Han Ying.
However, this did not go smoothly.
Master Han Ying had previously declared that Qi Xiao would be her last disciple. No matter how obedient and humble Ye Xiuyuan tried to be, he couldn’t sway her heart.
Thus, Ye Xiuyuan took another approach. Instead of constantly mentioning wanting to become her disciple, he often sought connections with Qi Xiao’s senior sisters under the pretense of friendship.
With his frail body and gentle, handsome appearance, it was easy for him to win people over. Over time, Ye Xiuyuan became quite familiar with several senior sisters from Qingjing Peak.
Even the usually cold and aloof Fourth Senior Sister would show a hint of emotion in front of him. In his past life, Qi Xiao had sensed a subtle shift, feeling somewhat neglected by the people of Qingjing Peak.
Naturally, Qi Xiao was unwilling to accept this. He was the closed-door disciple of Qingjing Peak, while Ye Xiuyuan was merely an outsider. How could he dare to usurp his position? Qi Xiao felt a strong sense of injustice and often competed with Ye Xiuyuan, wanting to prove who truly deserved to be the closed-door disciple.
However, little did he expect that his overt ambition would lead to discontent among many senior sisters. "Ye Junior Brother is weak and naturally cannot compare to you. When you knocked him away with a single sword during the inner sect competition, weren't you just trying to humiliate him?"
"You clearly know that Ye Junior Brother needs the Seven-Leaf Cold Lotus. Why must you compete with him for it? When did you become such a narrow-minded and jealous person, Qi Xiao?"
"Qi Xiao, I know you have grievances against Ye Junior Brother, but there’s no need to deliberately point out his mistakes in class and embarrass him!"
"With such a mindset, have you forgotten the teachings of our Master and Senior Sisters? Go apologize to Ye Junior Brother right now!"
One incident after another spread throughout the Xiaoyao Sect, causing Qi Xiao to unknowingly become labeled as a petty person consumed by jealousy who maliciously humiliated his fellow disciples. Each time this happened, Ye Xiuyuan would only smile faintly under the sympathetic gazes of others, confirming Qi Xiao's actions against him.
"No, Senior Brother Qi is merely trying to guide me. It is my lack of skill that warrants me to be humble and learn from others. There’s no need for everyone to take it to heart," he would say.
Qi Xiao clenched his fists in frustration. During the inner sect competition, when he knocked Ye Xiuyuan away with a single sword strike, it was because Ye Xiuyuan had held back at the last moment and allowed himself to be defeated. His desire for the Seven-Leaf Cold Lotus stemmed from his unstable emotions; he wanted it as a primary ingredient to refine high-quality Tranquil Heart Pills. Who would have thought that at that moment, Ye Xiuyuan would actually need the Seven-Leaf Cold Lotus to save his life?
When he pointed out Ye Xiuyuan's mistakes in class, it was merely because an elder had called on him to answer. Since he knew the correct answer, why shouldn’t he speak up? Yet these minor issues became solid evidence of his jealousy when Ye Xiuyuan intentionally set traps for him.
Ye Xiuyuan understood that the greatest obstacle in his path to becoming a closed-door disciple of Qingjing Peak was none other than himself. After laying down this series of groundwork, he unleashed his true trump card.
During one secret realm trial, he deliberately provoked Qi Xiao and pretended to be injured by him.
At this moment, footsteps crunched softly on the frost-covered ground, accompanied by a cold voice. "Junior Brother, do you confess?"
A figure approached, dressed in garments as pure and pristine as a snow lotus blooming gently in a cold pond, exuding an air of sanctity that felt unattainable. Yet, at that moment, her stunning eyes held a trace of pity, as if she were gazing upon some obstinate villain.
Confession? Whether he confessed or not, the people of Qingjing Peak would no longer believe him.
In his past life, he had clung to the last remnants of hope among the people of Qingjing Peak, striving to defend himself and prove his innocence. But after his master had turned away in disappointment and his senior sisters had left him, none believed him. In the end, they even imprisoned him in the cold cave for refusing to admit his mistakes, leaving him in a state of madness.
Qi Xiao recalled the tragic fate of his previous life, and his heart ached as if it were being cut.
Right or wrong, his senior sisters had already made their judgments; why bother asking him?
Su Lingyue furrowed her brow, her tone suddenly laced with reproach. "Junior Brother, are you sulking because I made you endure thirty extra lashes that day?"
After Ye Xiuyuan was injured, the elders decided to lessen Qi Xiao's punishment, allowing him to only receive thirty Soul-Dispersing Whips since he was still alive. However, Su Lingyue insisted that this decision was biased and would invite criticism within the sect. To uphold their reputation, she not only insisted on the original punishment but also proposed to confine Qi Xiao in the cold cave for self-reflection.
The chill of the cold cave could seep into one's very soul. For someone like Qi Xiao, who had just endured the Soul-Dispersing Whips, entering it was akin to pouring salt on an open wound. He had already suffered damage to his foundation; adding further harm to his spirit would be tantamount to severing his future.
Yet none of this mattered to the people of Qingjing Peak.
Su Lingyue's tone grew colder, revealing her impatience. "If it weren't for you causing this incident and tarnishing Qingjing Peak's reputation, I wouldn't have to play the villain."
"Junior Brother, I am doing this for Qingjing Peak and for you! Once you are out, you will ultimately have to share a roof with Ye Shidi. It would be best to resolve this pain quickly; alleviating Ye Shidi's grievances will allow you both to reconcile."
She tossed a porcelain vial at him. It landed with a soft thud at Qi Xiao's feet. "This is a Shiyuan Pill. Taking it will serve as compensation for Ye Shidi's heartache."
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