Chapter One: The Rebellious Disciple’s Unjust Grievance.

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"Rebellious disciple, do you know your crime?"

Inside the main hall of the Peach Blossom Temple, a woman sat enthroned upon a high platform. Her face was as beautiful as a flower, yet her cold, frosty expression was suffused with intense rage. This person was none other than Liu Ruohan, the Master of the Peach Blossom Temple.

Liu Ruohan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her crimson lips parted as she spoke in a frigid tone, her cold gaze sweeping slowly across the person below.

Kneeling on the floor of the hall was a fifteen-year-old boy, a young Daoist.

The boy wore a dark blue Daoist robe, now tattered and layered with patches, and on his feet were a pair of worn-out straw sandals.

He was blind, his frame gaunt and skeletal, showing clear signs of malnutrition.

Yet, his facial features were exquisite and sharply defined. His eye sockets were slightly sunken due to his thinness, and his skin was bronzed and glowing; at a first glance, he possessed a peculiar, striking handsomeness.

However, his eyes were completely milky white, a strange appearance that made him difficult for many to accept.

The reason he had covered his eyes with a light blue cloth for years was initially to please his senior sisters, and over time, he had simply grown accustomed to it.

The boy’s expression was as calm as a still lake as he replied, "This disciple does not know. I ask that Master investigates the truth."

The boy’s name was Lin Chen. Having lost his parents at a young age, he was taken in by the old Temple Master out of pity and later became the fifth disciple of Liu Ruohan.

But ever since the old Temple Master passed away, Lin Chen’s life had plunged into an endless darkness.

He endured constant humiliation, curses, frame-ups, scapegoating, and beatings.

In his previous life, he had ultimately died a tragic death amidst these heartless cruelties.

Yet, the one kneeling here now was Lin Chen, who, through a twist of fate, had been reborn ten years into the past.

"Rebellious disciple, how dare you continue to quibble here! You have committed such petty, thieving acts within the temple, and yet you have the gall to be stubborn. I sentence you to three years of wall-facing penance at the Cliff of Repentance!" A hint of disgust flickered across Liu Ruohan’s cold face.

In her heart, she felt that this disciple was truly a useless piece of trash. He lacked any sense of responsibility; for such a small matter, had he only been willing to admit his guilt, she would have at most given him a severe beating and been done with it.

Little did she know, in his previous life, during his time at the Cliff of Repentance, Lin Chen had his limbs cruelly broken by his senior sisters. Even after struggling to crawl away from the cliff, he could not escape his grim fate.

Incited by the malice of his junior brother, he was beaten to death by his senior sisters at the age of twenty-five, suffering the agony of having his bones scraped before he died with resentment.

Thinking of these painful memories, a chill crept up Lin Chen’s spine, and he secretly swore that in this life, he would never repeat the same mistakes.

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He knew well that his junior brother was exceptionally talented, his cultivation progressing by leaps and bounds. In just over a decade, he had already reached the eighth realm, only a step away from the Small Master realm—truly the makings of a protagonist.

In contrast, he himself was still stagnant at the first realm. With such a stark contrast, he had become the once-in-a-century "trash" of the temple.

In truth, Lin Chen was not so inept. If his master and senior sisters had possessed even a shred of kindness and cared for him, he would not have remained at the first realm to this day.

Lin Chen replied with the same flat tone: "This disciple does not accept this. I have no crime to admit."

"Trash! How dare you speak to Master like that? If Master says you are guilty, then you are guilty! Do you think Master would wrong you?" Standing to the side, Fang Xiangling glared at him with cold eyes, scolding him loudly.

"Junior Brother, acknowledging one's mistakes is the greatest virtue! Do not provoke Master any further. Just admit your wrongdoing, and Master will surely treat you with leniency," Ye Ling’er chimed in with a glib tongue.

Had Lin Chen not known the fate of being cruelly beaten to death by them in the future, he might have easily believed Ye Ling’er’s words.

But now, hearing her speech, Lin Chen only felt a wave of nausea.

"Since Master has determined that this disciple is guilty, there is no need for me to go to the Cliff of Repentance. Please simply expel me from the sect," Lin Chen said, his tone neither servile nor overbearing, his face devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

He knew well that explanations were futile; no one would believe a word he said.

For a moment, the main hall fell into a deathly silence. No one could have imagined that this piece of trash, who had always allowed himself to be bullied, would utter such rebellious words.

Liu Ruohan frowned slightly, a flash of surprise rising in her heart, thinking that this ungrateful wretch was truly beyond saving.

She immediately raised her voice and scolded, "Insolent! Are you threatening me? Do you think you can win sympathy this way?"

"This disciple is unworthy of Master’s kindness in raising me, but I pray that Master will allow me to leave," Lin Chen bowed deeply, his eyes firm.

In his heart, he knew that the upbringing he received at the Peach Blossom Temple, though mostly under the protection of the old Temple Master, had indeed existed, and he had never forgotten that.

"Truly a piece of trash! Very well... since you are so insistent on leaving, I shall grant your wish." With that, Liu Ruohan waved her hand, pinching the air, and instantly shattered Lin Chen’s disciple identity token.

She thought to herself that this ignorant and rebellious disciple dared to threaten her; she would wait and see how he would manage without the protection of the sect.

Imagining the scene of this rebellious disciple returning to kneel and beg for forgiveness later, a sense of satisfaction surged within her.

"Junior Brother, how could you say such things that betray your master and ancestors? Quickly apologize to Master. I will go speak to Junior Brother Qin. He is so kind-hearted, he will surely forgive you," Ye Ling’er said in a soft, persuasive voice.

Seeing this, the words "ultimate green tea bitch" surfaced in Lin Chen’s mind.

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This disciple token was the symbol of one’s identity in the Peach Blossom Temple, and more importantly, it contained a thread of karma.

This was the very reason why Lin Chen had insisted that Liu Ruohan agree to his departure.

Lin Chen felt no reluctance to leave the temple; instead, he felt the joy of impending freedom.

He slowly stood up, rubbed his knees, which had gone slightly numb from kneeling for so long, and walked steadily out of the Peach Blossom Temple’s main hall.

He walked toward the mountain gate step by step, turning a deaf ear to the murmurs and disdainful comments behind him.

He had nothing to his name, so there was nothing to pack. He did not even bother to take a second look at the cave dwelling he had once felt a shred of attachment to.

Arriving at the mountain gate, Lin Chen led his donkey and looked back in the direction of the old Temple Master’s cave, murmuring softly: "This grandson cannot repay the great kindness of the Temple Grandmaster. When I make something of myself, I will surely burn high incense for you, and I hope you can understand my choice."

A donkey and a bamboo staff were all his worldly possessions.

This donkey had been left behind by the old Temple Master. It was said to have accompanied the old man for over thirty years, yet it remained spirited and showed no signs of aging.

Logically, the lifespan of a donkey is usually twenty to thirty years, yet this creature displayed no signs of being in its twilight years.

A hundred miles below the Peach Blossom Temple lay Qinghe Town. It was not a large town, but it was bustling and lively.

Lin Chen walked through the dense forest with slow steps. His tattered straw sandals had worn through, exposing his uneven toes and causing them to ache.

He frowned slightly, shook his head helplessly, and said softly, "Old donkey, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you for a while." With that, he leaped onto the donkey’s back.

The old donkey was quite cooperative, letting out a cheerful bray as it carried Lin Chen forward slowly.

A long time later, the figure of a man and a donkey gradually appeared in Qinghe Town.

Lin Chen was in rags, looking disheveled, appearing completely out of place in the town’s prosperity.

But he had come here with a specific intention, all because he had acquired a rather absurd "Begging System."

He had even passionately recited a line: "With an iron bowl set out, you do the crying, I’ll do the shouting; wealth will flow in from all directions—why worry about failing to achieve great things?"