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Within the dark, cold prison cave.

The dim light was like a ghostly flame, and by the light of the lamp, one could vaguely see a young man lying on a bronze bed. He was tall and handsome, but his face was pale and worn out.

The youth was lying on the bed, his hands still tightly clenched, as if he was enduring a great force. On his chest, there were large amounts of blood stains that dyed his clothes red, making him look as if he was seriously injured.

The youth frowned and bit his lips. The injuries on his body made him look even more miserable.

The youth lay motionless on the bed, not breathing. It was unknown if he was alive or dead.

Da da!

The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the cave. The sound was steady and powerful. Every step it took seemed extremely imposing. It was obvious that it had been practiced before.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them entered the cave entrance. One of them was fat and the other was thin.

"F * ck, what bad luck! We're here on such a cloudy night, yet we still have to treat people's injuries. I really don't understand what the various elders of the Qing-Yun Sect are thinking. What's the use of keeping a useless person?"

The fatty, who came in first, had a sharp gaze as he looked into the cave. He glanced at the motionless youth lying on the bed and then withdrew his gaze in boredom.

"Shh, be quiet, he is still our Qing-Yun Sect's Young Sect Master, even if he is still called trash, we cannot ignore his identity as the Young Sect Master. Furthermore, the leader of the Disciplinary Hall is his third uncle, we cannot afford to offend the Disciplinary Hall." "If you had a third uncle like him, you would also be able to spring up."

The skinny disciple that came in from the back sighed as he spoke.

"Hmph, with his insignificant kung fu, he actually brought calamity to the school. He really can't die."

"According to what I said, why do we have to give the pill to him? We might as well keep it for ourselves. If we keep it on ourselves, we can still make a profit. If we give it to him, will he be able to enjoy it?"

What you said is right, but, this fellow's good days are about to end, I heard that the various Great Clan Elders are having an emergency meeting right now, just to remove him from their position as the Young Sect Master, his happy days are about to end, forget it, a person who is about to be chased out of the sect, if we still bully him, how could we still be considered cultivators? Is he still a human? "

"Sigh …"

"What a shame then."

"..."

The two chatted and laughed as they walked in.

However, what the two youths didn't know was that when they said those words, the young man lying on the bed, enduring the pain, suddenly trembled slightly as a look of anger flashed across his face.

The two of them continued to talk among themselves. Then, they walked in and put down the medicine box. Then, they opened the box; the bandages, pills, etc.; and all the materials needed to heal their injuries.

"Tell us, why should we do it ourselves?"

"Are you just going to let him die?"

In the darkness. Under the dim light, the moment the medicine box was opened, the two disciples started to argue.

"Throw the things back to him. Let's go!"

After a long while, the two of them seemed to have made the same decision. Originally, the fatty had been preparing to bandage the young man's wound with his hand, but he suddenly swung the bandage towards the young man lying on the bed.

Following that … The two of them then took out a few pills from the medicine chest and threw them on the bed, arranging them around the youth in a disorderly fashion.

The two of them moved with unerring precision and their sounds were inaudible. It was obvious that they were doing it on purpose.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two of them quickly left the cave.

However, when the two of them had left the cave and even completely disappeared, the young man on the bed finally began to slowly turn his body. He slowly straightened his body and stood up.

This youth said something very strange, "Ah, looks like this body's situation is still very worrisome!"

Ling Jian looked outside the cave, his starry eyes brimming with light.

Ling Jian had long since woken up. It's just that he had been lying on the bed pretending not to wake up. After someone wakes up, they will find themselves in an unfamiliar environment, and they would feel extremely shaken.

Think carefully, plan carefully, and calm down.

This was Ling Jian's personality for two lifetimes. Before he understood the reason behind everything, he would not act rashly.

It turned out that in the Qing-Yun Sect where Ling Jian was from, this sect was also renowned in the cultivation world. It had around a thousand disciples of various sizes, and he was the young sect head of this sect.

It could be said that he had an illustrious status and was superior to others.

The sect head of the Qing-Yun Sect, Ling Tian, was his father, and three months ago, Ling Jian had gone to the depths of the Cloud Sky Mountain Range to hunt for wild beasts. When he reappeared, he was already dead.

Supposedly, it was destroyed by fierce beasts.

Ling Jian knew that this was the Great Clan Elder's scheme. The Great Clan Elder and his father, Ling Tian, were martial brothers, and the Great Clan Elder had coveted the position of the Sect Master for a long time. If Ling Tian did not die, there was no hope for him.

Later on, his attention shifted to Ling Jian.

But now, Ling Jian only had his third uncle Luo Tianyan, the only family left. The two of them were relying on each other to survive.

When Ling Tian was still alive, no one in the Qing-Yun Sect had looked down on him, the young master. And when Ling Tian was not, no one even looked down on him.

Ling Jian's talent was outstanding, and his cultivation talent was outstanding. However, when he was ten years old, he suddenly suffered from a strange disease, which directly caused him to become a cripple. His cultivation did not advance, and instead regressed.

Not too long ago, Ling Jian had caused a disaster:

He had actually injured the genius Holy Son of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect in the Cloud Sky Mountain Range, and when he reached the depths of the mountain range, he had even spied the Holy Daughter of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect bathing.

One had to know that the Myriad Thunder Sect had an exalted status, but it was an existence that was several times more powerful than the Greencloud Sect. The Holy Son and Holy Maiden of the Myriad Thunder Sect also had exalted statuses, symbolizing the face and dignity of the Myriad Thunder Sect; they were existences on the level of dragons and phoenixes.

Such a thing had happened, implicating the Qing-Yun Sect. Now, even Ling Jian did not dare to return to the Qing-Yun Sect!

Right now, the various elders of the Qing-Yun Sect were preparing to remove him from the position of Young Sect Master. If things went as expected, his identity as the Young Sect Master would soon disappear completely from his body.