Chapter 1844: Chapter 1941: Completely Changed

On a mountain peak untouched by others, a group of young disciples surrounded a frail and short youth, laughing and joking, occasionally punching and kicking him. The youth pleaded repeatedly, but it was of no use.

Once these young disciples grew bored of their antics, they dispersed, leaving the youth battered and bruised, lying on the ground, ignored by all.

Just like the others, the youth was a disciple of Meteor Sword Villa, yet different, for his root bone was extremely poor. Coupled with his timid nature and lowest background, he was often bullied by his peers.

The elders of Meteor Sword Villa were naturally aware of such matters, but none would pay attention to them, choosing to turn a blind eye.

After all, he was just an ordinary disciple. Who would care about his life or death? Even if he were beaten to death, the perpetrators would at most receive a slight reprimand and nothing more.

The youth struggled to get up from the ground, his injuries causing him to inhale sharply, tears streaming down his face.

But the youth merely shed a few tears before quickly wiping them away, his face filled with a look of defiance.

Though he was timid, he was strong. Despite the bullying, he never left Meteor Sword Villa.

He wanted to learn superior swordsmanship here, to cultivate diligently, and then return to his hometown to avenge his parents.

For this goal, no matter how much suffering he endured, he swallowed it all.

As for resentment towards his peers, it was not quite there. The youth more hated himself for being so weak, unable to do anything.

"Father, Mother, please bless me from the heavens, so I can avenge you soon." The youth leaned against a cold stone, whispering softly, a slight smile on his swollen face.

Every time he was bullied by peers, he reminisced the times with his parents, those were his only happy and joyous days. Because of these memories, he was able to be so strong.

High above, a pair of indifferent eyes silently watched the youth.

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Several months later, the youth was once again forcibly brought to the mountain by his peers.

"You, surname Liao, I asked you to wash my clothes, why did you end up tearing them?" A handsome young man asked with a smile. But seeing his smile, the youth surnamed Liao trembled.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I accidentally tore your clothes. I’ll definitely mend them for you." The youth quickly said, knowing he’d once again be beaten, hoping they’d go easy this time and not cause him pain for over a month like before.

"Mend them? I won’t wear mended clothes. How about this, you poked many holes in my clothes, so I’ll cut a few slashes on your face, okay?" The young man said with a smile, but his words made the youth tremble with fear.

The other peers present were also somewhat surprised, staring at the young man in shock.

"Senior Brother Zhang, isn’t this a bit too much?" Someone cautiously uttered.

The senior brother surnamed Zhang immediately glared at this person. The latter shrank his neck, not daring to speak further.

"Senior Brother, why not just beat him up like before and be done with it?" A female disciple advised.

But Senior Brother Zhang shook his head: "No, today I must cut a few slashes on his face, it’s no big deal."

"Please don’t!" The youth pleaded repeatedly, his face full of terror.

Senior Brother Zhang drew a longsword from the Nine Palace Bag and made a slash at the youth’s face.

Blood flowed out, the youth cried out in pain, his face instantly became a bloody mess.

Senior Brother Zhang looked excitedly and swung his sword again, controlling the strength well, causing only superficial wounds without serious injury.

The youth screamed, struggling desperately, but was restrained by several people, completely unable to break free.

"I’m begging you! Let me go! I won’t dare again!" The youth pleaded, his face stinging with pain, the gleaming longsword swaying before his eyes, terrifying him further.

"I’m not finished yet." Senior Brother Zhang sneered, a malicious look in his eyes, as he swung the longsword again, slicing off a piece of flesh from the youth’s face.

Now, the youth’s face was covered in scars, blood flowing everywhere. Some of the peers present showed looks of compassion. Although they bullied him daily, it had never been this severe, it was cruel.

But none dared to say anything, for Senior Brother Zhang was one of the highest-ranked disciples in Meteor Sword Villa, with several family elders in the villa. He could wield his influence unchecked; ordinary disciples wouldn’t dare to offend him.

"Sigh." The crowd could only watch the youth crying and pleading in pity, blaming him for being unfortunate enough to catch Senior Brother Zhang’s attention.

Another slash, the youth’s face was already bloody and disfigured, with wounds even on his lips, nose, and ears.

Everyone knew the youth was thoroughly disfigured, unless he could acquire some pills to change his appearance or reach the Spirit Source realm, otherwise, he’d have to live with this face forever.

Filled with hatred, the youth glared fixedly at Senior Brother Zhang, harboring intense hatred for him.

"Still daring to glare at me? Do you believe I’ll gouge your eyeballs out?" Senior Brother Zhang laughed, the longsword already starting to sway in front of the youth’s eyes, ready to pierce them at any moment.

"Senior Brother Zhang, although this kid is annoying, we should keep him for amusement in the future," someone suggested.

Upon hearing this, Senior Brother Zhang seemed to find it reasonable, nodded, and sheathed his sword, refraining from further torturing the youth.

The speaker sighed in relief, not because he had any great relationship with the youth, just feeling a bit of pity.

"Let’s go, practice swordsmanship," Senior Brother Zhang called out, and the group descended together, leaving the blood-soaked youth lying barely alive on the ground.

Several hours passed, and the blood on the youth’s face had dried, lying there motionless like a corpse.𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

A blurred figure came from afar, the youth trembled, fearing it was someone else coming to torment him, and turned to look, discovering someone he’d never seen before.

"Do you consider yourself useless?" The stranger’s voice was cold, instantly angering the youth.

"I’m not useless!" The youth shouted in anger, yet his current state appeared particularly pitiful.

"Everything those people inflicted on you, I can give you the chance to repay them a hundredfold," the stranger said.

The youth was stunned, momentarily unable to respond.

"Tell me your name, from now on, you are my disciple, Mo Shouhe."

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