"I have no certainty, but since there is a method, if I shrink back without trying, then when I think of today's cowardice in the future, my Dao Heart will surely be damaged, and I will find no peace waking or sleeping."
Cheng Wei thought, worthy of being this venerable one's disciple—he had some of his master's spirit from those years. Just as he had said, if A-Xu had lost his youthful fire at such a young age, would he not become exactly like these old fogies?
"Then go and try. Your master will hold the line for you."
Gu Wufang: ...Was there perhaps a possibility that I was the master of this sect, the one who should be making decisions?
Shi Yijian was not someone who easily bowed his head to fate, yet as he sat within the sacrificial formation, he had no choice but to admit that from beginning to end, he had been someone toyed with by fate.
He had lost his parents in childhood and lived under another's roof. That was the life he remembered. Back then, he did not even have a name. Gazing at the tiny square patch of sky above him, he instinctively felt that he should not have been living like this.
But he did not know where that certainty came from. Among the children taken in by the Shi Household, his status was so lowly that he ranked even beneath the Lineage's servants. His life was worth less than an ant's, so he could only become a sword slave—a "tool" for those favored children of heaven to trample, hack apart, and abuse as they pleased.
He was the most durable "tool" in the clan. Before his Spiritual Root was detected, his body had been covered in scars from blades, spears,