The Sect Master of Shengyuan Sect had always been rather pleased with himself. At that disciple-selection ceremony, he had elbowed aside the elders of many other sects and swiftly snatched up four disciples with excellent talent. He was therefore absolutely certain the future of the number one sect would be bright.
The other sects gnashed their teeth. Why had Shengyuan Sect taken all the talented ones? They lamented that if only they had been a little faster, perhaps the most talented senior disciple in Shengyuan Sect's inner sect would have belonged to their sect instead.
One day, Xuanhe Ci was lowering his eyes as he read the Sect Master's speech, which he was supposed to deliver to the new disciples, when a mass of text floated before him.
[The future big bad is this young now? What a pity. In the end, his dantian is shattered, and he dies pierced by ten thousand arrows.]
Xuanhe Ci paused, thinking he was seeing things. Before he could process it, more text appeared.
[Huh, only four of the little villain gang have gathered so far? Every one of these people dies more horribly than the last.]
Now Xuanhe Ci was certain he wasn't imagining it, because his junior brothers and sisters all looked just as stunned, while everyone else seemed perfectly normal, as if they couldn't see a thing.
As soon as the disciple-selection ceremony ended, the others crowded into Xuanhe Ci's room and brazenly took over his bed. They all talked at once.
It seemed only the five of them could see the comments. To avoid their tragic futures, they decided to work together more closely.
Xuanhe Ci recalled the scene he'd seen that morning, and the person he'd recognized at the disciple-selection ceremony, wrapped in golden threads: Jiang Yu. He gritted his teeth.
Jiang Yu, I will kill you with my sword.
The Sect Master was delighted to discover that three more talented disciples had joined the sect. He had just begun to think the number one sect would flourish, when he learned, with growing resignation, that the new disciple Jiang Yu was Xuanhe Ci's sworn enemy. The two fought furiously every day, until one day they smashed the number one sect's signboard during a brawl. The Sect Master was about to lose his temper when he saw the two of them smiling foolishly at him. He suddenly felt powerless.
The Sect Master gave up on his dream of seeing the number one sect flourish and began telling himself that the disciples could do as they pleased. Then he watched Jiang Yu emerge from Xuanhe Ci's room with his clothes in disarray.
Sect Master: ?
Not long after, the second sect's chief disciple also came out of Xuanhe Ci's room. Seeing the Sect Master, he quietly greeted him, “Hello, Martial Uncle.”
Sect Master: ?
The Sect Master was still wondering why the second sect's chief disciple had called him Martial Uncle when it finally dawned on him that the chief disciple of the second sect had stolen his own chief disciple away.
The Sect Master grew even more melancholy.
Theme: Defy fate and change your destiny.
