"Small and bloody..."

At this moment, Jun Feijue stared at Feng Jiuyuan and muttered to himself in distress.

Under normal circumstances, she would have saved the person immediately.

But for some reason, she felt an inexplicable resistance towards this boy and didn't really want to take him back.

"Understood."

Seeing Jun Feijue's expression, Ji Fanya and the others felt a chill run down their spines, fearing something might go wrong. They quickly stepped forward and lifted Feng Jiuyuan up.

He said very proactively, "From today onwards, he will be our junior brother!"

Jun Feijue: "..."

She hasn't said anything yet!

"Of course, let's go, let's hurry and save them."

Zhan Wushuang chuckled and stepped forward to agree, then he and the others quickly left with Feng Jiuyuan.

Jun Feijue: "..."

She wanted to save people, but she didn't say she wanted to take on apprentices...

Before long, the "injured" Feng Jiuyuan was healed and brought before Jun Feijue.

The boy, who was originally covered in blood, turned out to be surprisingly handsome after being cleaned up.

Unlike the other disciples, the boy possessed an innate life force that made people feel comfortable just by looking at him. His blue eyes seemed to glow with a fluorescent light, clear and lively.

"Greetings, Master."

The boy smiled, a smile that seemed to have a healing power, making it irresistible.

Unlike Fan Qiyue's appeal, the young man's charm lies more in his infectious energy, which allows people to open up and let their guard down from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hmm, get up. What's your name?"

Looking at Feng Jiuyuan at this moment, Jun Feijue couldn't bring himself to refuse and could only acquiesce.

"Master, my name is Shang Xing. You can call me Xiao Xing."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jiuyuan knew he had passed this test. He suppressed his excitement and replied respectfully.

"Okay, Xiaoxing, you'll be coming with us from now on."

Although Jun Feijue felt a little uneasy, he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong. Besides, this time, everyone agreed to take on a disciple, and Di Moyu didn't object either. So, he decided to just let things take their course.

I could only try not to think about it too much and asked him the usual question, "Why are you lying on the roadside covered in injuries?"

"This...I..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jiuyuan was about to reply when he suddenly clutched his head and groaned in pain, "I...I have a headache..."

“Master, when we were treating his injuries just now, we discovered that he had suffered a severe head injury.”

Seeing this, Fan Qiyue could only guiltily agree, "So, if I'm not mistaken, he should have temporary amnesia."

Amnesia was exactly the countermeasure that everyone had planned in advance.

"Then why does he still think his name is right?" Jun Feijue asked, puzzled.

"That's why."

Feng Jiuyuan took out a black bone whip wrapped around his waist. "It's written on it."

Jun Feijue looked down and, sure enough, the words "Shang Xing" were written on the black drum whip.

But is this definitely his name, and not the name of the weapon?

[Shang Xing Bone Whip: Master, don't you feel any remorse for stealing the name of your own magical treasure like this?]

"this…"

Jun Feijue wanted to ask a question, but when he saw Feng Jiuyuan's clear eyes, he swallowed his words. "Well, don't worry, the memories will come back eventually."

"Um."

Feng Jiuyuan lowered his head, appearing very obedient.

Jun Feijue was still adjusting to suddenly taking on a child as a disciple, while the other disciples, except for Di Moyu, all gathered together to watch the contest between Shi Wuxie and Feng Jiuyuan.