Chapter 3, The Man Who Suffered One Hundred and Forty-Seven Consecutive Defeats

In such circumstances, Zhou Dingjun believed that he could not reach such a level, and he feared that upon realizing he was outmatched, he would likely concede defeat

Removing the green garment from his body, Yang Kai began to wash himself with a basin of clear water. If someone were to see Yang Kai's physical condition from the side, they would surely be taken aback.

How much contribution can Yang Kai earn from sweeping the floor for a month? It is merely ten points, which means that the value of this bottle of ointment is equivalent to the amount Yang Kai earns from sweeping for a month

A bottle of 10 sect contribution points

This is truly strange. Could it be that some kind-hearted senior brother has carried me here today? This has never happened before. Yang Kai furrowed his brows and scratched his head, vaguely recalling a hazy figure swaying in front of him during his moments of confusion. However, this memory is too vague, and no matter how he tried, he could not clarify it.

As long as the green mountains remain, one need not fear the lack of firewood; this is the way of life. Not turning back until one hits the southern wall; this is a form of perseverance

Upon witnessing this scene, a person standing on the crown of a large tree several dozen zhang away took out a small booklet, casually flipped to a page, which read: Trial disciple Yang Kai versus ordinary disciple Zhou Dingjun, Zhou Dingjun wins

Perhaps, to that person, such a bottle of external injury ointment is nothing significant, but for Yang Kai, it is precisely what he needs at this moment

The disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion engage in internal strife, and each year, a considerable number of them perish. However, as Zhou Dingjun gazes at his senior brother, who advances fearlessly and without hesitation, he cannot help but feel a slight stir in his heart.

Having calmed his emotions and tidied his attire, Yang Kai carefully tucked the bottle of hemostatic ointment into his bosom and continued with his sweeping duties, holding the broom in his hand

The Lingxiao Pavilion's Dark Hall is a special institution, overseen by the three elders of the sect. The disciples within the hall are responsible for recording various matters of the sect, including the outcomes of duels between disciples

Perhaps this is the folly of men? It was merely a coincidence that Yang Kai caught her attention. As a disciple of the Dark Hall, Xia Ningchang was assigned to oversee this area. She witnessed every challenge Yang Kai faced and every time he was knocked unconscious. At first, it was nothing significant, but as it happened repeatedly, Xia Ningchang began to take notice of this young man who was only at the third layer of Body Tempering.

It turns out that not all disciples of this sect are indifferent individuals

Therefore, when challenging within the Lingxiao Pavilion, there is no need to worry about not receiving contribution points even if you win, as the disciples of the Dark Hall hidden in the shadows will surely record the battle results and compile them monthly.

She is very curious about how long he will persist in staying at Lingxiao Pavilion with his determination. With such talent and such a speed of cultivation, he is simply not suited to remain in this martial world; the world of ordinary people is where he truly belongs.

Challenged by others every five days, each time suffering defeat and being knocked unconscious, with old injuries still not healed and new ones added. Anyone else would likely be unable to endure such pain, yet Yang Kai persevered; not only did he endure, but he also practiced diligently every day, sweeping the floor, completely unaffected by these injuries

There is a saying: "A drop of water received in kindness should be repaid with a flowing spring when one achieves success in the future"

Below, the crowd has dispersed, leaving only Yang Kai unconscious on the ground, as people come and go, and time passes.

What is this? This porcelain vase definitely does not belong to me. Yang Kai has nothing to his name; apart from his clothes, he only has a broom for sweeping the floor. How could he possibly have this?

A consecutive defeat of one hundred and forty-seven matches without a single victory can be said to be an unprecedented record since the establishment of the Lingxiao Pavilion. This achievement is enough to astonish the heavens and weep for the spirits, with no predecessors or successors. At this moment, the creator of this record lies quietly on the ground, unaware of life or death

Yang Kai was momentarily taken aback, but then he became furious! The slight goodwill he had towards the benefactor who had done a good deed without seeking recognition vanished in an instant. This person must have dragged him over from there directly; otherwise, how could his back have been scraped raw and bleeding.

However, there is a very obvious drag mark between where one currently stands and the position of the unconscious person, and this mark is clearly the result of dragging a person across the ground

It would be better to just throw myself there and ignore everything! Yang Kaixin thought.

Yang Kai is still aware of the hemostatic and bruise-removing ointment

Yang Kai's physique was very frail, emaciated to the point where his ribs were clearly visible, and his entire body seemed to lack substantial flesh. Yet, on this malnourished body, there were bruises and scars everywhere, with hardly any part remaining intact

Yang Kai felt a mix of emotions as he tried hard to recall that figure, yet it became increasingly blurred. Instead, a faint and delicate fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose, refusing to dissipate for a long time

When Yang Kai awoke once more, the sun was already high in the sky. Every part of his body ached, and as he staggered to his feet, he glanced around and discovered that he was no longer in the place where he had fainted, but rather beneath the shade of a nearby large tree.

As I felt my back again, a sudden wave of searing pain surged through me

Apart from the newly added writing on this line, the above is densely packed with records of all the battle results of Yang Kai, all indicating the time and the number of the battles, with the outcome being nothing more than one word: defeat

After the woman in the dark hall recorded the outcome of this battle, she took out another smaller booklet from her waist, opened it to take a glance, and saw inscribed: Year 14 of Jihe, May 7th, Yang Kai's 147th battle, defeat

Who is it? At this moment, a fierce wave of emotion surged through Yang Kai, and the pain in his back suddenly lessened significantly. It has been three years since he arrived at Lingxiao Pavilion. Over these three years, Yang Kai has become accustomed to the indifference among the disciples of this sect and the coldness of the world. However, today, someone actually left behind a bottle of blood coagulation and bruise removal ointment after he was injured. This act deeply moved Yang Kai.

Xia Ningshang's figure swayed and had already vanished above the treetops

Having swept both inside and outside, he was busy until noon, and only then did today's work come to an end. Dragging his weary and hungry body, Yang Kai returned to his small room

This medicine is actually fragrant? Yang Kai immediately gained new insight.

In the midst of his frustration, Yang Kai suddenly realized that his right hand seemed to be grasping something. Curious, he looked down and saw a finely crafted small porcelain bottle held in his hand

A small porcelain bottle was affixed with a label, and there were words on the label. Yang Kai focused his gaze and murmured, "Blood-congealing and bruising ointment!"

Yang Kai has never challenged anyone; all one hundred and forty-seven matches were challenges brought to him by others. This means he has been challenged once every five days, a routine that has continued for more than two years

The person standing atop the treetops has a graceful figure, clearly a woman, though her true appearance is obscured by a black veil. However, her delicate eyebrows indicate that she is quite young. The fallen leaf insignia worn on her arm, however, reveals her identity: a disciple of the Dark Hall of Lingxiao Pavilion

Looking down at Yang Kai, Xia Ningchang furrowed her delicate brows slightly. She found it hard to understand why Yang Kai would persist to such an extent. He had already been demoted to a trial disciple of the Lingxiao Pavilion, and even his basic survival was in question. Why did he still remain in the Lingxiao Pavilion? If he left this place, his life would surely improve significantly. What kind of determination resided in the heart of this slender youth that allowed him to remain undaunted even after suffering one hundred and forty-seven defeats? If he left this place, his life would surely improve significantly. What kind of determination resided in the heart of this slender youth that allowed him to remain undaunted even after suffering one hundred and forty-seven defeats?

This is a balm for treating external injuries from Lingxiao Pavilion. While it may not be considered a miraculous remedy, it has significant efficacy for external wounds. Generally, every disciple carries a bottle with them for unforeseen circumstances. However, such a bottle of balm is also quite expensive at the logistics department of Lingxiao Pavilion

The injuries from the fight in the morning have yet to be treated. Although Yang Kai is hungry, he can only endure it and prioritize treating his injuries first

At this thought, Zhou Dingjun swung his hand and struck a palm knife against Yang Kai's neck. Yang Kai's fierce momentum immediately dissipated, his eyes lost their focus, and his entire body went limp as he collapsed.

Seeing Yang Kai in a disheveled state, yet with an increasingly strong fighting spirit in his eyes, Zhou Dingjun knew that unless he knocked him unconscious, today's matter would remain unresolved