The Way of the Sword (BL)

Everyone was ready to go, a line formed to leave the restaurant, with disciple Aurore Core Realms, Ming On, outside organizing them all. Were only 100 new disciples or were they more? Has the number been rounded? Why did he have the impression that he had more disciples than they had previously informed him?

Anyway, he will report this to Elder Han later, it was not his problem after all.

Already inside the restaurant, the groups were forming, friends and roommates joined, some were brave and approached the inner disciples asking them to guide them to the arena, others were more afraid and expected the inner disciples to come to them.

In short, the movement was large and the noise was relatively loud as everyone seemed to be very excited for the upcoming test.

"Wait a moment! Can I join you? "A little girl's voice echoed in the middle of the group, this was Xiong Jia who seemed to have run to them. Her already pitiful clothes were even worse. It seems that someone took advantage of the moment when all the Elders and core disciples left to give a lesson (beating) to this little girl. 

Jong Kun frowned seeing the pitiful appearance of Xiong Jia, the new disciples were still very unruly! 

Everyone was about to enter the great sect and they didn't know who would be the last to laugh, but were they already trying to oppress a fellow disciple? It was a shame!

"Where are your clothes the sect provides to the novices?" Jong Kun asked seriously. When novice disciples are poor people, the sect offers clothes, food, weapons, even if everything is not of good quality. But it was a way of giving back some confidence to these people.

Jong Kun could only see with a look that Xiong Jia was not wearing the clothes provided by the sect. The clothes, although looking cheap, would still be very sturdy, hardly the clothes would tear. Which is totally the opposite of Xiong Jia's outfit. 

Xiong Jia bit her lips and did not respond, she could feel the fierce look on her back, a young inner disciple who had refused to give her the clothes, now he was staring at the poor girl. 

"I didn't get it," she said in a low voice, her body shaking a little, but she took a deep breath and calmed down. There was no one who would help her, so tears and fear were useless! 

She still had to send money to her family when she could officially enter the sect, Xiong Jia didn't want to get in trouble with an inner disciple, so she didn't say that not only had she not been given clothes, but food was spoiled and her sword of wood had been broken by her fellow disciples.

"And the wooden sword? What happened to her? "Asked Jong Kun, noting that the wooden sword that simulated the beautiful Yan Ling Dao sword, which is considered the most beautiful sword of all swords, had chipped parts. As a sword grower, Jong Kun felt his heartache as he saw Xiong Jia's wooden sword so destroyed. 

"I broke in training" Xiong Jia answered softly, which was no lie. Only the training was trying to not suffer any blow from her roommates. She had become a human punching bag for these people. But she could train herself to be stronger every time they came to her to beat her, so Xiong Jia considered it a training too. 

Jong Kun looked closely at Xiong Jia, he could see some bruises on her neck and hands. It was clear to him that this 12-year-old was being severely bullied. 

However, Jong Kun did not want to expose her lies. He would just make a report and give it to senior Yun San for them to make a decision on what to do. 

Zemin Yan looked at Xiong Jia sympathetically, because they were from the same poor area near Village number 10. 

"Here, I have extra clothes for new disciples. Go wash your face and your body a little. Change your clothes and come to the group, we'll leave so, you come back. As for the sword, give me the sword for a moment and I'll fix the damage, "said Jong Kun, taking off a simple outfit, it was a gray unisex outfit. There were no auspicious designs or intricate embroidery, but it was clean and comfortable. 

Jong Jun later took out a cloth bag that had some toiletries and also had female underwear! So he left everything in the cloth bag so as not to embarrass Xiong Jia. 

Of course, this was given to him by Elder Han, who had distributed some Kits to the inner disciples, already to help the new disciples better integrate the sect. Elder Han was a foresight person, after all, some accidents happen!

"Thanks, senior!" Xiong Jia thanked him in a steady voice and bent almost to the floor, which was an inelegant way to thank people. Unfortunately, she was a girl who lived on the streets and was poor, her education was rudimentary and even before she was poor, she lived in a tribe removed from modern society. 

There were still plenty of disciples inside the restaurant, some disciples saw the scene and had empathy for this young girl, but other people scoffed and laughed at her embarrassing situation.

"She can't even thank the senior's kindness! How pathetic! "A noble girl commented scornfully, with visible jealousy of Xiong Jia, who had caught the eye of such a handsome senior. 

"She should die instead of polluting our air!" Someone else said meanly. Xiong Jia recognized that person's voice immediately. It was one of her roommates, who was very fond of "training" with her.

The marks on your neck were made by this person!

"A poor person like her should give up the sect already, how will she be able to cultivate without support?" Another comment laughed maliciously. 

"Aya, maybe she can't get support right now? Playing pitiful to a senior in the sect! "Another rich young woman said laughing a little, but her voice was full of disdain.

"Wasn't she a street girl? Maybe she didn't learn the arts of street women? She must know how to seduce men! "One more person said with malice, part of the people of the restaurant began to laugh. 

The comments became more outrageous and soon unfounded rumors were spreading among the novice disciples. 

Jong Kun wanted to intervene, but couldn't do that, otherwise, it would make things even harder for Xiong Jia. As if everything people said was true. 

Xiong Jia had a shaky body and fast breathing, her face was abnormally pale, her eyes were red, it showed how much she was suppressed with anger and tears. 

On the streets, she listened to the same things as people, whether they were the wealthy young women from prestigious families of drunk men on the muddy, poor streets where she lived. 

Everyone mocked and laughed at her!

Everyone stepped on her!

But the more they mocked her, the stronger her determination to win in life became! 

Now that she had entered a large sect?

No matter if they make fun of her for being poor, she's still a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect!

The number 1 sect of humanity!

Xiong Jia's resolve increased further, her mind was clear and her heart was pure for the Sword Dao.

Xiong Jia held tightly to the missing wooden sword, the sword was similar to her… But it was going to be as sharp as a sword.

"Senior, you don't have to take care of the sword. I like her like that! "Said Xiong Jia, her voice still low, but I could feel her determination. 

Unbeknownst to anyone, the sword of Xiong Jia, the wooden sword has gained a spirit! 

In the future, this spirit would become Xiong Jia's most faithful companion on her sword path.