147 Losses

Within the Pavilion Disciples' internal struggles, there are many who die every year. Zhou Ding Jun seeing this unflinching and courageous brother, couldn't help but feel a bit alarmed.

When he thought that, Zhou Ding Jun knew he couldn't reach such a degree and was afraid that he would have to surrender.

Keep your cool. Then you will not be afraid to be burned. This is the way of life, to stubbornly follow your decision. This is perseverance!

Despite Yang Kai's sorry figure, his eyes were becoming more and more powerful. Zhou Ding Jun knew that there would be no end if he didn't settle things now.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ding Jun rushed forward to execute a palm knife to Yang Kai's neck bone. Yang Kai, with an imposing manner, swiftly escaped. Then his eyes clouded, and he fell limply to the ground.

Seeing this scene, tens of feet higher, a Disciple who was sitting on a tree branch took out a small book. Flipping the page, she wrote: Trial Disciple Yang Kai vs. Ordinary Disciple Zhou Ding Jun, Zhou Ding Jun wins.

The person on the tree branch had a graceful figure. They obviously were a woman. It was just that the black mask on her face didn't allow people to see her face. But those delicate eyebrows proved that this person was not old. The armband on her arm also indicated her identity, a High Heaven Pavilion Dark Hall Disciple!

High Heaven Pavilion's Dark Hall is a special sector; the Sect's three main elders were responsible for governing. The Hall Disciples were responsible for recording down all affairs of the Sect. No matter how big or small, all matters are recorded. This also included the results of duels between Disciples.

So for all battles within the Sect, you do not have to worry about not being able to prove your wins and earning contribution points. In the shadows, Dark Hall Disciples will record them down for you and summarise your monthly records.

After recording the outcome of this duel, this woman took out another smaller book from her waist and opened up at May 7th century, 15 years old, Yang Kai's 147th defeat.

Even if you remove this, above are numerous records of Yang Kai's battles. From the first battle to the most recent, all had one word: Defeat!

One hundred and forty-seven battles in a row, and he had lost every single one of them. This simply can be said that since the Sect's history, it was a unique record and was enough to be awe-inspiring. Though the owner of this record was lying on the ground, not knowing if they were dead or alive.

Yang Kai had never challenged others, so these 147 losses were from others challenging him. So to say, from being challenged once every five days, this had lasted for two years.

Looking at Yang Kai on the ground, she wrinkled her eyebrows. She didn't understand how Yang kai could endure to this state. He had already become the Pavilion's Trial Disciple. Even his very survival was endangered, so why did he still linger? If he had left, then his life would undoubtedly be better. This thin boy, what kind of dedication did he have? Even with 147 straight losses, he remains undaunted.

[Perhaps this is a man's folly?] Taking notice of Yang Kai was also a moment's coincidence. When Xia Ning Chang became a Dark Hall Disciple, she was in charge of monitoring this area. Yang Kai was challenged every time, not once, not twice, and every single time she saw him being beaten to near death. Xia Ning Chang began to pay attention to this Tempered Body Third Stage youth.

She was curious, with his strength, how long he could endure before finally leaving High Heaven Pavilion. This type of talent, this type of training speed, he was not fit to remain here. The ordinary world is his place.

The people below had already long scattered. Only Yang Kai was still there on the ground. Coming and going, time passed by.

Xia Ning Chang disappeared from the branch in a flash.

When Yang Kai woke up, it was already three o'clock. There was nowhere on his body that didn't hurt. Staggering, he stood up and looked up, only to be surprised. The place where he woke up was under the shade of a tree and not where he fainted.

This was really surprising. Was there a Fellow Disciple that was kind enough to carry him over? This had never happened before, causing Yang Kai to furrow his brows. He could vaguely remember a shadowy figure darting in front of him. But the memory was too vague. Thinking harder just made it more unclear.

But between his current position and the place he fainted, there were very distinct drag marks, clearly showing that he had been dragged over.

Once again, he felt his back, immediately flaring burning pain spread out.

Yang Kai froze for a moment, becoming furious! The trace of goodwill he felt towards his benefactor had quickly disappeared. That person directly dragged him over. Otherwise, how could his back bleed like this?

He might as just have left him there on the ground! Yang Kai thought to himself.

Being depressed, Yang Kai realized that in his right hand, he was clutching something. Looking down in doubt, he was surprised to find a small, delicate porcelain work in his hand.

What is this? This was definitely not his, for the only things that Yang Kai owned were the clothes on his back and his broom. How could he have this?

The small porcelain bottle had a label. Yang Kai read it out: "Blood Clotting Cream."

Blood Clotting Cream, Yang Kai knew of this.

This was the Sect's cream to help heal wounds. Although it was ordinary, its effects were excellent. Generally, Disciples will carry one bottle around for emergency uses. This one bottle of cream in the High Heaven Pavilion was very expensive.

Ten points of contribution per bottle!

How many contribution points can Yang Kai earn for sweeping for a month? He can only earn ten points. In other words, this one bottle's worth was equal to one month of work for him.

Who was it? At this moment, the resentment Yang Kai had towards this person was reduced greatly, but the pain flared up again as he moved. He had already come to this Sect for three years, three years. Within this time, Yang Kai had already gotten used to the lack of compassion between Disciples. But today, for this person to leave behind a bottle of blood clotting cream for him greatly touched Yang Kai's heart.

Initially, he had thought all the Disciples were cold-blooded people.

Perhaps this bottle of cream was not worth much to them, but to Yang Kai currently, he desperately needed it.

There was a saying, dripping water is grace, is hard to forget even when one's teeth fall out!

Yang Kai was both grateful and tried to remember who it was. It was becoming harder to remember. He could only recall the thin strand of fragrance lingering around.

"Why is this medicine so fragrant?" Yang Kai pondered.

Calming down and straightening his clothes, he carefully put the bottle away. Yang Kai re-picked up his broom and commenced his work.

Inside and outside, all were swept, then at midnight, his work was considered completed. Yang Kai dragged his tired and hungry body back to his hut.

The morning's battle wounds had yet to be treated. Even when Yang Kai was starving, he could only endure. First, treat the injuries, then deal with the hunger.

He took off his clothes and then carried over a tub of water to wash his body. If someone were to be by his side and look at Yang Kai's body, they would cry out in shock.

Yang Kai's bones and his ribs were all clearly visible. Clearly, his body didn't have much flesh on it and lacked nutrition. There were also bruises and scars littering his body everywhere. There was practically no place that wasn't scared.

Every five days, he was challenged, every time he lost, every time he was knocked unconscious. When old injuries had yet to fade, new ones were added. Switching to any other person, they would be unable to tolerate this pain, but Yang Kai did. Not only did he bear with it, but he continued his daily sweeping, not letting those injuries affect him.