Feng Xuanyin no longer had any ambition to be the overlord at this moment. He only knew that the senior who was sweeping the floor in front of him was a master that he could never reach.
This may be a great opportunity, and I must seize it.
"senior!"
Feng Xuanyin hit his head heavily on the ground, making a dull sound.
"I am deeply sinful. From now on, I wish to serve you as my slave and servant, just to atone for the heinous sins I committed today!"
Feng Xuanyin's voice was mournful and his demeanor was humble, as if he had truly attained enlightenment.
“Shameless!”
Yue Yunxuan, the headmaster of the Cangyue Sword Sect, who was standing across from the mountain gate square, cursed inwardly.
This old fox talks about atonement, but who can't see what he is thinking?
It is a great opportunity to follow the seniors.
Just a word or two of advice from a senior could be a life-changing experience.
Isn’t the Holy Son Zhang Yuan a living example?
Yue Yunxuan was anxious and angry, and he wanted to kick the old man Feng Xuanyin away.
While he was hesitating, the others on the field were not idle.
"We are also willing to follow you, Senior, and serve you to atone for our sins!"
The elders of the Biluo Sect, who were still in shock, along with several Yuanying elders of the Cangyue Sword Sect, all knelt down in unison.
“How shameless!”
Yue Yunxuan was so angry that he gritted his teeth, his lungs were about to explode, and a huge feeling of regret surged in his heart.
damn it!
Why did I slow down and miss such a great opportunity just for the sake of the sect leader's face?
Faced with a group of powerful men kneeling and begging, Ye Chen just smiled faintly and shook his head slightly.
Everyone's heart sank instantly.
“I don’t know who I am or where to go.”
Ye Chen showed a sense of vicissitudes.
Although he showed some strength, his six senses were still closed and he had forgotten everything in the past. He didn't know the way home, nor did he know who he was.
I just instinctively know that I will have to continue wandering in this mundane world for a long time.
Guiding Zhang Yuan was fate, and it also resolved the cause and effect of the past twenty years.
"this……"
When these words were spoken, everyone in the audience was shocked.
Feng Xuanyin, Yue Yunxuan and others were even more shocked. How could the senior have even forgotten who he was?
What kind of misfortunes could possibly happen in such a terrifying situation!
The enlightenment bead in Ye Chen's sea of consciousness recorded everything he had experienced as a mortal servant in the past twenty years.
The coldness of being despised, excluded, and bullied.
The despair of a mortal struggling at the bottom of society, with no hope of ever getting out.
Of course, there was also a rare trace of true love in it, which made him understand the true life of the world.
"It's time to leave." Ye Chen said to himself.
The matter here was settled, his identity was exposed, and he gained what he wanted from this life experience.
It's time to embark on the next life.
He looked at Zhang Yuan again, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
"Thank you, brother."
Thank you Zhang Yuan for letting him see a glimpse of human warmth in this cold world.
Zhang Yuan didn't understand why Ye Chen said thank you to him, but he understood that Ye Chen wanted to leave.
"Brother Zhang Yi, are you... leaving?"
Zhang Yuan's heart suddenly tightened, and his voice was filled with reluctance.
Ye Chen smiled and nodded slightly, his eyes moving away from Zhang Yuan and sweeping over the tens of thousands of Cangyue Sword Sect disciples behind him.
Wherever they looked, everyone subconsciously held their breath.
"thump!"
“Plop! Plop!”
Hundreds of disciples who had bullied Ye Chen in the servants' yard were so frightened that their legs went weak and they knelt on the ground with pale faces.
"Senior! I...we were wrong!"
"We are blind to the truth! We shouldn't... shouldn't..."
Hundreds of disciples prostrated themselves on the ground, their voices trembling, fearing that Ye Chen would settle old scores in a moment and destroy their souls.
Ye Chen smiled gently, his eyes calmly sweeping over the trembling disciples.
"Don't be afraid, thank you."
In his twenty years of worldly experience, the exclusion and bullying of these people are all part of his path, and are an indispensable part of his worldly journey.
As soon as these words were spoken, the hundreds of disciples kneeling on the ground were stunned for a moment, with confusion written all over their faces.
Thank you...thank you for us? What do you mean, senior?
"Brother, can we... meet again?"
Zhang Yuan's eyes were slightly red, and his voice was filled with reluctance.
Ye Chen smiled and nodded.
"If we are destined to meet, we will meet."
The moment he finished speaking, his figure began to become illusory, like a reflection in the water, gradually becoming transparent.
Finally, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.
"Farewell, Senior!"
In the mountain gate square, everyone bowed and offered the most respectful worship.
…
Ten years later.
On the dusty streets of a remote and impoverished mortal town.
A beggar in extremely tattered clothes staggered into the city.
He is the beggar incarnated by Ye Chen.
At this moment, his eyes were dull, his face was pale and thin, his hair was unkempt, and he exuded a sour smell.
He has been wandering as a beggar in this mundane world for more than ten years.
The sea of consciousness is closed and all the past is forgotten.
He only remembered that he came from a poorer place.
There was a famine there, with starving people everywhere. People had to compete with other beggars for a moldy steamed bun and even with wild dogs for food.
I heard this town is quite prosperous, maybe I can get something to eat here.
He followed a large group of beggars, trekking through mountains and rivers, and it took him a whole year to finally arrive here.
"Coming here, it should... feel better, right?"
Ye Chen looked at the relatively busy shops on both sides of the street, and his cracked lips moved.
"Go away! Where did you come from, you stinky beggar? Get out of here!"
He had just walked to the garbage pile in front of a bun shop, where there were leftovers thrown away by other customers.
The shop owner immediately rushed out, pinching his nose and driving him away with disgust on his face.
Ye Chen had long been accustomed to this kind of gaze. He did not dare to contradict and quietly stepped back.
Just when he was being driven away, he saw a half-eaten steamed bun in the garbage dump.
He went around the corner and waited for the shopkeeper to return to the shop before he slipped back quickly like a thief.
He quickly dug out the rotten steamed bun from the garbage heap, carefully brushed off the rotten vegetable leaves on it, and put it in his arms like a treasure.
After doing all this, he turned around timidly and left quickly.
"Bah! Damn beggar, what a damn bad luck!"
Behind me, I heard the shop owner's disdainful curse.
When pedestrians on the street saw Ye Chen’s dirty and tattered appearance, they all avoided him as if he were a plague.
Ye Chen has long been numb to this. Who told him to be a dirty and smelly beggar?
He lowered his head, quickly found an empty corner, and looked around vigilantly.
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