“This Jin Rou thanks you for your time and consideration. Jin Rou bowed his head, and clasped his fist in front of him. You are no longer a disciple of our sect, Jin Rou.” A mere farmer, from a boy who, though barely, passed the first of their sect’s initiation? The devastating defeat must have completely demoralised him. Lu Ri once more nearly spoke against it, at hearing this madness. “I shall become a farmer, Senior Brother,” The boy replied, “I had some luck in growing the lowly spiritual herbs, so such a thing should be within my minor talents.” “What is your intent after leaving this place, Disciple?” he asked out of idle curiosity. Lu Ri considered attempting to dissuade him from leaving… but he felt no tumult in the boy’s paltry Qi. He was the first in over three hundred years to use such courtesies, and had even provided the sum that was his recompense to the sect for taking him in, as outlined in the proper documents. This was no place for the weak of heart.Īt least he was polite enough to formally go through with his leaving, instead of just disappearing.
The boy had no real training, or techniques of the sect yet either.Īnd if this was enough to crush his spirit, and ask to leave… Then he was not meant to be a cultivator in the first place. Losing him for his attention to detail in caring for the compound and lowly spirit herbs would be a minor blow… but it was hardly anything that the sect would notice losing. Indeed, Jin Rou was not powerful, but he was diligent, and always willing to tend to the less desirable tasks around the sect. The elder disciple considered the brown haired boy. In all honesty, him being crushed by one of the inner disciples looking for someone to “practise” with was a forgone conclusion, even with the age difference. I would leave before I bring greater shame upon this Cloudy Sword Sect." “This Jin Rou’s abilities are lacking, and I was defeated by others two years my younger. “Yes, Senior Brother,” The disciple said. “You wish to leave the sect?” He asked, repeating the disciples request.
The boy had his arm in a sling, a black eye, and several other wounds marring his body. In which a transmigrator decides the only winning move is to get the hell out of dodge. Please note that Vol1 has been removed to satisfy Kindle Unlimited.
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