Song Nanhe, the second son of the Song family in the Eastern Region.
Song San was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and lay on the ground in a sorry state like a fish out to be slaughtered.
Song Nanhe squatted down, grabbed his hair with one hand, pulled his head back, and reached into his collar with the other hand to tear off a necklace.
Everyone stared intently!
Wow! It's a Heavenly Rank magic weapon!
"This belongs to the Song family and was stolen half a month ago."
Song San did not refute, but stood there trembling.
Standing on the high platform, Liu Jinghong coldly ordered, "Throw them down the mountain."
So Song San was lifted up by two disciples and taken away.
As for the Song family's secrets... well, they can hardly be considered secrets.
Song Nanhe was the second son of the Song family. His elder brother died young, and his biological father was the head of the Song clan. His biological mother was naturally the head of the clan's wife.
When he was young, his father brought home a glamorous woman dressed like a courtesan and a skinny boy. His father pointed at the woman and told him to call her "Auntie," and pointed at the boy and told him to call him "Brother."
He saw that his mother's face looked terrible, so he didn't call out to her.
He vaguely remembered that his father and mother had a big fight that day. Afterwards, his mother fell ill and never recovered, and passed away after three years of illness.
How can a child without a mother's protection survive in a cannibalistic mansion?
Song Nanhe no longer wanted to recall it.
The mask has been worn for so long that it has become fused with my skin.
He even resorted to the despicable act of seducing his disgusting aunt, only in that way could he obtain some cultivation resources so that he wouldn't be forever at the mercy of others.
He skillfully maintained an ambiguous distance from her, enticing her but refusing to cross any boundaries with her.
So his lustful aunt, unable to have him, actually came up with the idea of seeking relief from male prostitutes! And each of them bore a resemblance to him in some way!
Song Nanhe used a little trick to get his father to catch his father in the act of adultery.
Auntie, oh Auntie, naked, was dragged into the courtyard by her father, who grabbed her by the neck and beat and kicked her, calling her a whore at every turn.
The younger brother pleaded for mercy, but it was no use.
His father began to suspect that he was an illegitimate child.
So they used a blood test to determine kinship.
Even Song Nanhe didn't expect that his younger brother was actually a bastard.
It's utterly ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.
Later, the aunt was beaten to death with sticks.
The younger brother was kicked out of the house.
His second son, after years of waiting, finally got the chance to go to the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion to participate in the disciple recruitment ceremony.
The experiences that can be summarized in a few words represent more than ten years of Song Nanhe's life.
In the book, he is a completely tragic figure. He spent the first half of his life struggling to survive, and the second half experiencing unrequited love.
I really feel terrible about this.
Chu Hongluan thought to herself.
She glanced at Song Nanhe, then at Gu Chunxiao.
Go for it, Xiaochunxiao! The task of redeeming the tragic second male lead is entrusted to you!
After the incident, according to the rankings, two hundred people entered the outer sect, fifty people entered the inner sect, five people entered the personal discipleship, and the rest could go down the mountain on their own.
Inside the main hall of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, the Pavilion Master's wife sat in the main seat, with the peak masters of each peak sitting on either side, waiting for the five new disciples to choose their masters.
Since Chu Hongluan won the championship, she should rightfully be the first to go.
So Chu Hongluan looked up, trying to figure out which of the row of old men was the leader of Daofeng Peak. Her eyes swept over and she saw a lewd old man staring at her and laughing, while he kept winking at her.
Could it be? The Blade Peak Master is him?
Chu Hongluan stepped forward: "Disciple Chu Hongluan is willing to join the Blade Peak."
As soon as she finished speaking, a suppressed, strange laugh rang out. Chu Hongluan looked in the direction of the sound and saw the lewd old man cough awkwardly to cover up his embarrassment, straighten his back slightly, and stroke his goatee in a rather exaggerated manner before answering with feigned authority, "Granted."
But the expression on his face was clearly smug, as if to say: Look, look! The most talented disciple of this year is coming to my Blade Peak! Hahahaha!
He had the complete smug look of a petty person who had gotten his way.
Chu Hongluan glanced at the mistress of the pavilion with a wistful look.
Is this the master you picked for me?
The lady of the pavilion silently looked away, avoiding the conversation.
After Chu Hongluan returned to the group, Gu Chunxiao stepped forward and said, "Junior Gu Chunxiao wishes to become a disciple of Daofeng."
The Blade Peak Master was taken aback. "You also want to join Blade Peak? Little girl, I think you're a swordsman!"
"Weapons can be changed." As long as I can be with Sister Hongluan, that's enough.
The Peak Master of Blade Peak looked at Chu Hongluan, then at Gu Chunxiao, and recalled the scene during the finals. He then understood.
But he became serious and said to Gu Chunxiao earnestly, "You want to come to Blade Peak? Fine. But I won't take you as my apprentice. You have excellent talent, but you are not destined to cultivate the sword. I don't want to mislead a young person. So I'll let you stay at Blade Peak for now, and you can choose a master after you've thought it through."
Gu Chunxiao was stunned, not expecting such a reply. A warm feeling welled up in her heart, making her feel a little itchy.
It seems she's come to some incredible place.
It's completely different from where she used to live.
Gu Chunxiao thought to herself.
After Gu Chunxiao returned to the group, they arrived at Li Dazhuang's place, where he had chosen the Body Tempering Peak.
As a sword cultivator, Song Nanhe naturally entered the Sword Peak.
Finally, there was Qiao Yue, who entered the Weapon Refining Peak.
The introductory trial has now come to a successful conclusion.
The next step is to take the heart's blood, light the life lamp, and enter it into the family genealogy.
The disciples in charge of logistics issued them disciple tokens and assigned each of them a courtyard on their respective peaks.
Moreover, as a direct disciple, one receives a monthly stipend.
Other sects might be alright, but the salary amount from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion is quite, quite considerable.
Chu Hongluan was overjoyed at the thought, feeling as if she had gotten a free apartment and a secure job, and slept exceptionally well that night.
Meanwhile, at the foot of the nameless immortal mountain, in a dark alley, Song San's once magnificent clothes were now filthy, his crown long since fallen off, and his hair was disheveled and unkempt, making him look as wretched as a stray dog.
He hates it!
Fortune changes every thirty years! Never underestimate a young person's potential!
Song San almost ground his teeth to powder, his eyes filled with humiliation and resentment.
One day... one day...
He will repay this humiliation a hundredfold!
Suddenly, Song San felt a sharp pain in his chest and a metallic taste in his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood!
Song San stared blankly down at the bloodstains on the ground.
Black... black...
He was poisoned...
When was he poisoned...?
Song San felt a sharp pain in his internal organs, as if something was gnawing at his flesh and blood!
He collapsed to his knees, writhing in agony, vomiting mouthfuls of black blood.
In the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, he was completely lifeless. Only beneath his skin, something was still rustling and pulsating, as if it couldn't wait to burst out.
When dawn broke the next day, all that remained where Song San had fallen was a pool of foul-smelling pus, which had even eroded away his bones and blood.
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