The prosperous imperial city is bustling with people coming and going and traffic.

Lu Xiaoran brought his two apprentices to a corner of the imperial city.

This is a small intersection, not many people there, so it's okay.

On the street corner, there sat a one-legged beggar wearing ragged clothes. His long, dirty hair stuck to his face, so it was hard to see his appearance clearly.

There are many beggars like this in the imperial city. After all, some monks, after fighting with others, have their cultivation destroyed and eventually can only become beggars to survive.

Even though this is just a small intersection, there are several little beggars sitting there.

But this beggar was obviously a little different from the other beggars.

He was not like other beggars who compromised and begged for rewards without regard for their dignity.

However, although he did not ask for rewards, his miserable appearance could arouse more sympathy from others. Therefore, more people rewarded him than those who rewarded other beggars.

Naturally, this caused dissatisfaction among other beggars.

Near noon that day, when there were not many pedestrians, a few beggars looked at each other and then surrounded each other.

"Boy, you are good at stealing business, aren't you? We all come out to beg for food, we work hard and shout, working ourselves to death, and only earn enough to feed ourselves. But you sit still and don't say a word, but you earn more than us every day."

The young beggar did not reply. His eyes, hidden among his messy hair, were dim, as if he did not take these little beggars in front of him seriously.

This scene naturally made the beggars, who were already unhappy, even more annoyed.

After cursing a few words, everyone rushed forward and attacked him, beating him up.

The young beggar did not resist, as if he were a dead person.

Yun Lige and Fang Tianyuan, who were not far away, couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in their hearts when they saw this scene.

What they hate most is bullying the weak.

These beggars, relying on their numbers, beat up one beggar, which would have been fine, but they also took advantage of the fact that the beggar was missing a leg, which was even more inhumane.

"Master, let us take action. These people are too abominable."

Lu Xiaoran did not answer, but just glanced at a figure in a black robe not far away, as if thinking about something.

"Don't worry, he won't die for a while."

Then, he began to call Wangcai in his mind.

"Wangcai, come out."

"Here I come, Master, here I come."

"Bring up the other party's information panel for me."

"Okay, it's being generated."

Soon, a light screen appeared in Lu Xiaoran's mind.

Li Changsheng, twenty-five years old.

The former Holy Son of the Qinglian Sword Sect, the son of the former leader of the Qinglian Sword Sect. An unrivalled genius, a natural prodigy, known as the reincarnation of the Sword God!

His life was a miracle.

When he was born, sword energy descended from the sky, and thousands of swords trembled. Born with sword bones, he was born with an affinity for swordsmanship.

He started to cultivate his body at the age of one, broke through the acquired nature at the age of two, opened up the innate nature at the age of three, and became a master at the age of four.

Before practicing, the sword intent was already there. After three years of practice, the sword intent had reached perfection.

When he was seven years old, there was no one left to teach him in the Qinglian Sword Sect.

Later, he obtained the inheritance of the Li Tian Sword Saint who lived ten thousand years ago in the ruins of the Sword Sect, and his cultivation level made a leap forward.

At the age of twelve, he killed an ancient dragon and used the dragon's blood to temper his body. His cultivation level directly broke through the Creation Realm and reached the first level of the Delusion Breaking Realm.

The Qinglian Sword Sect even regards him as the next generation leader.

However, when he was sixteen, he offended the son of destiny who liked the girl because of a marriage arranged by the sect.

Needless to say, Li Changsheng, who was regarded as a miracle throughout his life, took a sharp turn for the worse from then on. He was not only defeated by the opponent, but also crippled.

Li Changsheng, who is obsessed with martial arts, naturally does not want to be outdone. He looks for opportunities everywhere to improve his own cultivation.

But, he still failed again and again.

We fought nearly twenty battles, large and small.

Each time, it ended in a miserable defeat. Each time, he was seriously injured and his cultivation was almost wasted.

Until the last time, the opponent completely dug out his sword bone, destroyed his dantian, meridians, and body, turning him into a complete cripple.

However, the other party did not kill him, but threw him into the imperial city of Da Zhou to become a beggar and sent someone to supervise him.

As for Li Changsheng's parents, they were killed by the other party because they wanted to protect him, and their souls fell into the underworld.

Seeing this scene, Lu Xiaoran was completely dumbfounded.

If there hadn't been a twist later on, where a son of luck came and beat Li Changsheng to a cripple, Lu Xiaoran would almost have thought that Li Changsheng himself was a son of luck.

This is simply too buggy.

Even more perverted than me.

No, he is not a pervert himself.

After all, the technique that Li Changsheng practiced and the bloodline he was born with were far superior to his own. His technique was of the highest grade at the Saint level, while at that time, he only had a Heavenly level technique.

But he broke through the Delusion Breaking Realm when he was twelve years old. I broke through the Delusion Breaking Realm after ten years of cultivation.

Moreover, he only practiced the swordsmanship among martial arts.

Lu Xiaoran practiced martial arts, formations, elixirs, weapon refining, etc. at the same time.

So, strictly speaking, Lu Xiaoran is still far better than him.

However, such a perverted guy was finally tortured to a pulp by the Son of Fortune, and even his parents were sacrificed. How powerful must this Son of Fortune be?

I'm afraid that even if the three sons of luck, the eldest disciple, the second disciple, and the third disciple, are added together, they are not as powerful as the son of luck that this guy offended!

Just give up on him like that?

But Wangcai rated him SSSSS, a total of five Ss, which made him much stronger than any of his current disciples.

It would be a shame not to accept such a good disciple.

Lu Xiaoran estimated that if he absorbed it, his cultivation would definitely be improved rapidly in a short period of time.

However, by doing this, he would offend another super powerful son of destiny.

Is the profit worthwhile?

For a moment, Lu Xiaoran couldn't help but hesitate.

"Um."

He rubbed his temples hard, trying to calm his mind, but he couldn't.

"Master, have you thought it over? I think he's about to be beaten to death. If he continues like this, you don't have to think about it anymore."

Lu Xiaoran slapped his head hard, forcing himself to wake up.

"Fuck! Isn't he just a lucky guy? I've offended so many people, this one won't hurt me. Make a move."

Hearing Lu Xiaoran speak, Yun Lige and Fang Tianyuan attacked at the same time.

In an instant, those little beggars were dealt with.

Li Changsheng, who had been beaten to death, did not thank Yun Lige and the others. His eyes were filled with despair.

He had already lost the faith to live.

His sword spirit had been completely shattered.

Now, he has no hope of living.

Just living like this, one day at a time.

Even just now, even if he was beaten to death by the beggar, he would not struggle too much.

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