The wolf cub has forgotten where he came from, who his parents are, and his own name.
Like many abandoned orphans, he was captured and taken to a barren mountain full of monsters to do hard labor. After learning some crude skills, he had to climb up the cliff to pick flowers worth thousands of gold, go deep into the underground nest to steal the precious eggs of ants, and then exchange them for a bowl of coarse food or a straw mat.
When he was fourteen years old, he bit off the neck of a monster and was noticed by the butler and sent to the underground arena.
When he was seventeen, he tried to escape, was beaten up and put in a cage to serve as a warning to others.
The wolf cub was covered in blood and almost lost consciousness. The reason he hadn't died yet was because the steward wanted to execute him in front of everyone.
The steward chose the punishment of lingchi. The bloodier and more cruel it was, the more it could suppress the restless troublemakers in the arena.
He had no strength left, and the tendons in his hands and feet were all severed. It seemed that he was destined to be unable to leave this prison that had shackled him for the first half of his life.
The wolf cub was tied to the rack.
He is about to die.
But he didn't die in the end. When the first knife fell, the forbidden formation covering the arena was forcibly broken. An accident happened, causing the butler to flee in panic, and he no longer cared about the unlucky guy on the frame.
He half-opened his blood-stained eyes in a daze, and everything in front of him was blood red. He saw familiar and unfamiliar people, people who had been beaten by him and who had also beaten him, running away in unison, excitedly rushing towards the sunlight shining through the broken roof.
It turned out that someone came to rescue them.
He saw the steward and others lying on the ground trembling like a sieve, and one after another, noble immortals dressed in brocade clothes came to this filthy place.
They kept their feet off the ground, had compassionate looks on their faces, and were as perfect as dummies, but no one took a second look at the bloody torture rack.
Maybe he also feels that he is beyond help.
But the wolf cub was unwilling to give up.
If he was willing, he wouldn't have bitten the monster to death when his shoulders and back were torn into a bloody mess. If he was willing, he wouldn't have fought so hard to survive one life-and-death battle after another. If he was willing, he wouldn't have thought about escaping from this hell.
He opened his mouth and roared.
Save me, save me!
The result was only a hoarse, fragmented sound.
No one looked over.
It turns out... just a little bit.
The wolf cub no longer had the energy to feel resentment and hatred, only a faint regret lingered.
He dropped his head in exhaustion and closed his eyes.
I'm so sleepy.
Then, I felt a pair of soft and warm hands holding my face.
He heard a gentle voice like the sound of nature: "There is a poor child here..."
In the last moment before his consciousness completely fell into darkness, he seemed to fall into the cleanest embrace in the world.
The beauty is the boss of the first sect of the immortal way, she is bright and beautiful, and unparalleled in beauty.
He is a bit of a homebody on weekdays, and spends most of his time practicing on his own mountain. He has not accepted any disciples yet because he hasn't met anyone he likes.
Because she was too beautiful and could easily cause accidents, she often used magic to cover her face and hide in the crowd.
This time was no exception. When he led the sect's disciples down the mountain to deal with the cancer of Qiyun City, he did not make a high-profile appearance like his disciples. He just stood in the corner wrapped in a black robe - it was really too high-profile.
He no longer needs the admiration and worship of others to add color to himself.
I took the child back purely out of soft-heartedness.
Meiren suffered a lot when he was young. He was chased for thousands of miles, hid himself by disguising himself as a girl, and went through many hardships. No one thought he could reach this point today.
But he did it on his own.
Time flies like a white horse, and it is gone in the blink of an eye. His former enemies die one after another. The past is hidden deep in his memory and will not easily emerge again.
But he had to admit that when he saw the child's eyes, he was reminded of the past.
That kind of unwilling and strong desire to survive is too strong, and the wonderful thing is that there is no resentment in it.
So he took him back. Even though the wolf cub didn't see the beauty, the incomplete cry for help was still conveyed.
A person's destiny can be changed and continued so easily.
As the beauty was carrying the wolf cub back to the sect, people kept praising her for her kindness and righteousness.
Because the wolf cub looked so miserable and lowly, with thin flesh covering his bones, a sallow complexion covered with scars and rashes, dry hair and cracked lips.
He was as lowly as a roadside weed, but one day, he was held in the arms of the almighty Immortal King. What a great fortune he had!
The beauty took the wolf cub to her own cave, took care of him personally, and healed his wounds.
This treatment lasts for half a month.
Repair his broken tendons in his hands and feet, inject vitality into his dried up life, and apply ointment on the scars on his body.
The beauty pinched the boy's rough palms and deformed joints, and covered him with cloud brocade worth a thousand gold.
So the unfortunate guy who was on the verge of death came back to life. When he opened his eyes, he looked dazed, as if he couldn't believe that he was alive.
But he had a strong ability to accept facts. When he learned that it was the beautiful woman sitting beside the bed who saved him, he actually had the idea that it should have been so - only a beautiful person like him would spend his energy to save such an insignificant person like himself.
The beauty asked, "What's your name?"
In fact, when he asked the steward about the boy's situation and learned that he was already seventeen years old, he almost thought the other party was lying.
But his bone age had indeed reached that point, he was just too thin and short.
The so-called name is just a serial code, without any emotional meaning.
The wolf cub shook his head, he didn't know either.
So the beauty personally gave him a name, Yunnie. "Yun" was taken from the name of his hometown, and "Nie" meant nirvana and rebirth.
Then the beauty wanted to leave, letting him continue to rest.
The newly-minted Yun Nie grabbed his sleeve and stared at him intently.
It had been a long time since anyone had stared at the beauty in such an offensive way, but the beauty was not angry. He smiled and said, "Want to know my name?"
Yunnie nodded.
The beauty said: "My name is Sang Yue, the redder the mulberries, the more delicious they are."
Yun Nie: “…”
Before leaving, the beauty suddenly remembered something and asked, "Are you willing to be my apprentice? Your aptitude is just right."
Yun Nie suddenly realized that the Immortal Lord rescued him in order to make him his disciple.
He had nothing else but himself, so he said in a hoarse voice: Yes.
But he didn't know that the beauty's decision to save him had nothing to do with these. It was just a coincidence that during the treatment process, she discovered that he was extremely talented and felt a sense of appreciation for his talent.
In short, from this day on, Yun Nie became Sang Yue's first and last direct disciple in his life.
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