Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect

Chapter 351: Do Not Bully the Poor Youth!

Northern Frontier, Yan City, Yan Family.

”Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Do not bully the poor youth!”

In the spacious hall, an eight-year-old boy stood tall with his chest out, speaking each word with strength and determination. His face was filled with defiance, and his eyes seemed to harbor the spirit of a lion.

However, what responded to him was a disdainful sneer.

Despite such an attitude, the members of the Yan Family dared not show any dissatisfaction, for the visitorʼs background was simply too formidable—he hailed from the sole overlord of the Northern Frontier.

Northern Frontier, Divine Martial Sect!

”Enough with this useless talk, Yan Xiao. Your parents are now deceased, and our young lady is about to be accepted into the Divine Martial Sect, destined for a far greater future.”

”Do you intend to hold her back?”

”The young lady is grateful for the resources youʼve provided over the years, but you two no longer belong to the same world. Itʼs best to part ways amicably.”

”Now, quickly annul the engagement!”

Upon hearing this, the boy immediately looked at the middle-aged man who had spoken. Beside him stood a girl who had once been charming and beautiful, but now looked back at him with a cold expression.

Once, they were seen as a golden couple by others. However, as she gained the favor of the Divine Martial Sect, everything changed. Compared to her, the boy—now an orphan with no support and only barely acceptable talent—was like an ant on the ground looking up at the stars in the sky.

The former could only look up to the latter.

Thinking this, the girl simply withdrew her gaze, no longer looking at the boy. The middle-aged man beside her impatiently said:

”Enough, just sign it quickly.”

As he spoke, he took out a contract from his bosom and threw it in front of the boy: ”The young lady is waiting to cultivate in the Divine Martial Sect; thereʼs no time to waste!”

Despite wanting to throw the contract back at the manʼs face, the boy ultimately swallowed his sorrow, trembling as he picked up the contract.

Circumstances were stronger than people.

ʼTodayʼs humiliation will be repaid a hundredfold!ʼ

The boy vowed in his heart, signed his name, and then looked at the other party with tears in his eyes, striving to maintain his last shred of dignity.

”Bang!”

At that moment, the Yan Familyʼs main door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure stepped inside. His aura was calm, appearing at first glance like an ordinary person.

”Who are you!”

Instantly, everyone present shouted angrily, except for the middle-aged man who had forced the boy to sign the contract. His expression changed drastically, revealing a look of fear.

He had been using his spiritual sense to monitor the entire Yan Family. With his cultivation at the peak of Qi Refining, who could enter the Yan Family unnoticed? Thinking of this, the middle-aged man dared not hesitate and immediately knelt on one knee, respectfully saying: ”This humble one greets the True Person!”

However, the Daoist Dangmo ignored him.

He merely calculated with his fingers, then looked at the boy with tear-filled eyes and an unyielding spirit, his gaze softening before he smiled:

”Fellow Daoist Lü, itʼs been a long time.”

Upon hearing this, the boy was stunned: ”You are...?”

”My name is Ye Guangji.”

As he spoke, the Daoist Dangmo reached into his robe and took out a token: ”Fellow Daoist and I were fated in a previous life, so in this life, I have come to guide you.”

He then placed the token into the boyʼs hand:

”From today onwards, you are my sole disciple, the leader of the righteous path, a true disciple of the Jiangnan Sword Pavilion. Come, return to Jiangnan with me to uphold the righteous path.”

As his words fell, silence enveloped the room, followed by an even more intense uproar.

”Jiangnan Sword Pavilion!?”

”Thatʼs on par with the Demon Sect—how is this possible! Why him?”

”Could he be the reincarnation of a Foundation Establishment True Person!?”

The middle-aged manʼs expression froze completely. He wasnʼt ignorant; he immediately turned to look at the boy, only to see his mouth twitching.

Just a moment ago, the boy was still in the east of the river.

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, he was in the west.

”Poof”

Lifeʼs ups and downs came too quickly, and happiness arrived too suddenly. The boyʼs tears hadnʼt even been retracted, yet his smile couldnʼt be suppressed.

At the same time, as if a certain shackle had been broken.

”Boom!”

In an instant, a surge of fortune, visible only to the Daoist Dangmo, erupted from the boyʼs impoverished body, causing him to nod slightly:

ʼFellow Daoist Lü indeed has remarkable means.ʼ

”It truly succeeded!”

Through the [Puppet Strings], Lu Yang witnessed the entire process and said with satisfaction: ”This [Fallen Genius] fate has now been perfected!”

Everything was, of course, his arrangement.

To be precise, eight years ago, he had foretold the fate of his avatar, setting the fortune and destiny of ”fallen genius, accumulating strength for a breakthrough.”

To maintain this fate, he had to [abstain from luxury], meaning he had to live in poverty, be humiliated, and struggle in vain until an external force broke this stalemate, allowing him to be reborn and repay the suffering a hundredfold.

”After being a waste for eight years, his fortune has been dormant for eight years.”

”Now, with a sudden awakening, his fortune soars, perfect for using [Fortune Divination]. No matter what, the chance of drawing [Great Luck] is extremely high!”

Thinking of this, Lu Yang felt quite pleased.

After all, this was a fate he had painstakingly crafted. Although it required enduring long-term hardship, thatʼs what avatars are for—to suffer for the main body!

If it doesnʼt suffer, how can I enjoy blessings?

Now that the avatarʼs suffering has ended, isnʼt it time for the main body to reap the rewards?

”However, this method isnʼt particularly advanced. The Daoist Dangmo probably noticed... but he likely thinks itʼs a contingency I left before reincarnation.”

”In any case, with the fortune explosion after perfecting this fate and the avatarʼs previous lifeʼs background, the Sword Pavilion should value him.”

Without hesitation, the avatar followed the Daoist Dangmo and left.

However, upon departure, the Daoist Dangmo sighed and sent a secret technique into the avatarʼs sea of consciousness, causing Lu Yang to narrow his eyes:

”Itʼs a method to erase memories of the previous life...”

This wasnʼt surprising. After all, the avatar was an outsider, not a direct descendant of the Sword Pavilion. Without abandoning his past life, he couldnʼt receive the true teachings of the Sword Pavilion.

Only by doing so could he gain the Sword Pavilionʼs trust.

”...Forget it. With the [Puppet Strings], no matter how they erase his past life, the avatar remains under my control and poses no threat to me.”

Lu Yang quickly regained his composure.

Through the [Puppet Strings], he watched as the Daoist Dangmo merged with sword light, taking the avatar through the void, soon arriving in the Jiangnan region.

Then Lu Yang saw the [Sword Pavilion].

Although he had been in Jiangnan for quite some time, to be cautious, he had never approached the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilionʼs mountain gate, fearing exposure.

This was his first time.

What he saw was a towering, perilous peak reaching into the clouds, resembling a divine sword rising from the ground, its blade pointing to the heavens, majestic and beyond full view.

Whether or not the Sword Pavilion consisted entirely of sword cultivators,

At least from the mountain gateʼs appearance, it was very much in line with sword cultivation.

The Daoist Dangmo rode the sword light, flying into the Sword Pavilion, then ascending through the clouds until he reached a palace on the cliffʼs edge before descending.

”Greetings, Daoist Dangmo!”

In front of the palace, two young disciples hurriedly stepped forward to salute. The Daoist Dangmo nodded in response, then led Lu Yang into the palace.

”This place is called the Reception Hall.”

The Daoist Dangmo explained: ”Every new disciple must have their background examined here. Only those with profound backgrounds can receive our sectʼs true teachings.”

After speaking, the Daoist Dangmo gently pushed Lu Yang forward.

Inside the Reception Hall was a somewhat narrow corridor, resembling an ancestral hall, with a shrine at the head, upon which sat a sword and an incense burner.

The Daoist Dangmo then handed three lit incense sticks to Lu Yang, saying solemnly: ”Go, offer incense to the ancestor.”

”From now on, you are a true disciple of our Sword Pavilion.”