Time passed day by day, and apart from the excellent treatment each day, all that remained was the endless bloodline matching experiment.

However, the boy seemed to have suffered too much of a blow to his spirit; he looked dazed and never recovered.

Soon, everyone in the sect knew that the sect leader was extremely kind, had taken in a fool, and had given him the best treatment.

In this world where martial prowess reigns supreme, the boy's intellectual disability and special treatment did not make his life better; instead, they made him a target of public criticism and bullying.

As for this situation, it's unclear whether the sect leader pretended not to know or was genuinely unaware, but he never stepped forward to uphold justice for him. This only fueled the arrogance of the crowd, and almost everyone in the sect took pleasure in bullying him.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

At this point, the boy gained another nickname: the mentally challenged dwarf.

Because, ten years have passed, the boy's mental illness has not only not been cured, but his body has also stopped growing, remaining at the age of fourteen.

Furthermore, whenever people ask him how old he is, he always says he is eleven.

It was as if his memory was forever frozen at the age of eleven.

Every day, the boy's favorite thing to do was to sit in front of the forbidden area on the back mountain and shout angrily at a bamboo tree.

The message is always the same: "Xiao Jie, why are you doing this to me!"

"Fool, you've come again!"

On this day, the boy came to scold the bamboo as usual, but instead saw a young man dressed in fine clothes.

However, for some reason, the young man was sitting in a wheelchair.

"Young Sect Master, in a few days he will bring you success and disappear from your sight completely. Why do you come here to invite bad luck?"

The servant next to the young man glanced at the boy and said disdainfully, "He's just a dying man. It's his good fortune that he's willing to sacrifice himself for you."

"Of course I know that, but every time I think about how I need to rely on the bloodline of an idiot to return to normal, I feel disgusted."

Thinking of his own frail body, and then looking at the boy who, although mentally challenged, was handsome and healthy, and ate and drank well, he felt extremely unbalanced.

Why should the other party, a lowly beggar, possess a bloodline of higher nobility than his?

"Young master, some people are not fortunate enough to enjoy this."

The servant beside him said with a fawning expression, "Young master, you are born with a life of wealth and honor. Even if some accidents happen, heaven will always bring back what is rightfully yours."

"Hahaha, well said, that's right, Father said this bloodline should belong to me."

Upon hearing this, the young man's expression finally improved. After laughing a few times, he stepped forward and patted the boy's cheek. "Fool, you won't have to suffer anymore in three days. You should thank this young master properly."

"You bad guy, get out!"

The boy frowned when his face was slapped, and not only slapped the slap away forcefully, but also cursed angrily.

"you!"

The young man was of noble status, and although he had always been in poor health, no one in the entire sect had ever dared to treat him like this. The boy was the first to do so, which immediately enraged him.

"Young Master, it's up to you to punish a fool. Why dirty your hands?"

Seeing this, the servant beside him sneered, "I'll take care of it. I've been wanting to teach this fool a lesson for a long time!"

As a mentally challenged person, he received better treatment than normal people, so naturally, he, like everyone else, had long harbored resentment towards it!