Chapter 444: Become a Disciple???

Blacklist… There will never be a sword cultivator sect that would take me.

These words were like the sharpest swords, stabbing into his heart.

Pei Min’s legs went weak, and he suddenly fell to his knees powerlessly.

He left home two years ago. In order to find Jiang Ke’er, he had exhausted his family fortune, even leaving his mother gravely ill.

After finally resolving to join a sword sect, to slowly get close to Jiang Ke’er in a different way, and then seek the sword dao in his heart… he had ended up in such a sorry state.

Should he blame that shameless little girl? Indeed, his blacklisting by sword cultivator sects was decisively tied to her.

Her actions had destroyed his last hope…

“Hey!”

Jiang Ke’er suddenly stepped forward.

She always waited until Pei Min was rejected, then came out with evidence to extort a hefty bribe.

This time, the other party’s defenses were airtight.

There was no advantage to be gained, nor any leverage to grasp.

That meant she didn’t have the confidence to offend them, and they might resort to force at any time. But she still stepped up.

“Is it that hard to take a disciple? Where is Pei Min inferior to others?” Jiang Ke’er ran to the registration office and kicked the door hard.

“He’s not qualified.” A muffled voice came from the tightly locked room. “With his talent, he is unworthy to join our sword sect.”

“You’re nothing but a bunch of third-rate little sword sects. When did you get such high standards?” Jiang Ke’er sneered.

“Ask yourself: when you were his age, were you at the Dual Polarity Stage?”

“Well… more or less…”

“His Majesty has ordered all sects under heaven to lower the threshold for taking disciples. Not only do you disobey the decree, you deliberately make things difficult for scholars all over the world by setting tuition fees that only noble families can afford! It’s clear you want to block the advancement of commoner students and show your dissatisfaction with His Majesty’s imperial examination policy!” Jiang Ke’er said sternly.

“Don’t spout nonsense. We never said we were raising tuition fees,” the cultivator quickly defended.

This time they had learned their lesson and wouldn’t show the slightest intention of defying the new policy.

“It’s just that his qualifications are insufficient to join our sect! The threshold for practicing as a sword cultivator is inherently high. It has nothing to do with his background!”

The cultivator’s speech was watertight, and he continued, “Stop dreaming of being a sword cultivator. No sword sect under heaven will take him! The sword is the weapon of kings. Those who practice the sword must have the integrity of the sword, and a status worthy of the sword way! Even if you’re not a high official, you must come from a scholarly family. Him? He doesn’t deserve it at all!”

These words directly trampled Pei Min into the dust, cutting off his passion for practicing the sword at its root.

“Bullshit weapon of kings!” Jiang Ke’er was so angry she wanted to hit someone.

“This flashy piece of junk—compared to a knife, it’s worse at chopping; compared to a spear, it’s worse at thrusting. Besides being handsome, it’s useless… Persuading someone to learn the sword invites lightning strikes! And you treat it like a treasure?”

Back when Jiang Ke’er first arrived in Myriad Blades State, the sword cultivators there had spouted that “weapon of kings” rhetoric, claiming that only humans who understood etiquette and civilization could learn it, while the barbaric Demon Race could never access the sword dao.

In practice, it was all bullshit.

Now no one dared to openly discriminate against the Demon Race, so they had come up with a new line of reasoning.

In short, there was always a way to elevate oneself by discriminating against others.

“Let’s go, Pei Min! We’re not learning the sword. Let’s go to the Taiming Sect! There you can learn whatever you want. Even if you want to go to Lingyin Valley to study medicine with a pretty senior sister, no one will stop you!”

Jiang Ke’er tugged at Pei Min, but he didn’t budge.

He shook his head. “I only want to learn the sword.”

“Why are you so stubborn?” Jiang Ke’er was exasperated.

“There are so many good things to learn, why do you have to pick the sword? Fine, I’ll teach you!”

Unexpectedly, Pei Min shook his head again. “I want to learn the sword, not be cheap.”

Jiang Ke’er was thoroughly choked.

“Can’t you just not learn it? There are so many paths under heaven you can walk. Why do you have to take the one that’s blocked?” Jiang Ke’er frowned at Pei Min.

“Besides being cool, what use is the sword?”

Pei Min was silent.

Before his eyes, he couldn’t help but see that pure white and carefree figure.

She had slain opponent after opponent, breaking through a hundred levels without rest, as if entering an empty land, cutting down those so-called human geniuses in a rout!

When he was young, he always clamored to learn the sword, but that was just the naive talk of a child, a simple, easily shattered thought.

It was from witnessing that figure that he truly understood what he wanted.

The sword might not be the strongest cultivator’s weapon, but it was the weapon she used! It was the weapon she used to sever the Demon Race’s humiliating past and cut out a clear sky!

He would never forget the impact that day, that figure had brought to him and his mother.

It was as if a door had opened for them, telling them… that the Demon Race could also stand under the sun with head held high, so confident and proud!

That figure, white as snow, with a straight back, powerful and beautiful, had been deeply engraved in his soul, never to be forgotten until death.

And chasing that figure was the oath he had made.

Starting from walking the path of the sword.

“I only learn the sword,” Pei Min said again.

“Hahahaha… give up on that hope! That road is sealed! Every sword cultivator sect under heaven will absolutely never take a disciple like you! Even sword dojos won’t take you! Go die!”

Malicious laughter came from the room, making Pei Min lower his head even deeper.

“Not necessarily!”

Jiang Ke’er put on a straight face and suddenly pulled out a sword from somewhere, throwing it to Pei Min.

“At least there’s still one sword sect in this world that will take you,” Jiang Ke’er said expressionlessly.

“What?” Pei Min was stunned.

Even though he knew it was impossible, a spark of hope uncontrollably ignited in his heart. He looked at Jiang Ke’er tremblingly.

“Blue Lotus Sword Sect,” Jiang Ke’er declared proudly.

“…Blue Lotus? Sword Sect?” Pei Min frowned in deep thought.

“Strange, that name… I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it…”

“Of course you haven’t! I just made it up,” Jiang Ke’er said matter-of-factly, hands on her hips.

[Gained 10000 Villain Points from Pei Min.]

“Hahaha—” The laughter from the registration room grew even louder.

“…”

Pei Min wanted to hit someone—no, to beat the living daylights out of this brat who cracked such a bad joke in front of him.

He was furious!

But Jiang Ke’er seemed completely oblivious. She looked up at the name above the mountain gate and recited seriously, “Xiao. Shan. Sword. Sect… Pei Min, remember this name.”

“What for?”

“Once you’ve practiced your sword well, come back and challenge them,” Jiang Ke’er pointed at the name of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect. “Then, make them eat this signboard along with their noble etiquette!”

“…Then I need to find a sword dao master first.”

“Take me as your master! From now on, you’ll be the first-generation senior disciple of the Blue Lotus Sword Sect!”

“I wasn’t talking about a cheap sword master,” Pei Min said with a pout.

“Okay, good disciple, I heard the sound of you kowtowing~”

“I didn’t kowtow!”

“Oh, don’t be tsundere~ I can hear you kowtowing in your heart~”

“I did not!!!”

[Gained 100000 Villain Points from Pei Min. Due to excessive single amount, converted to vouchers.]