This afternoon.
Chen Jichuan's entire body was scrubbed until nine layers of his skin were rubbed off, leaving him bright red all over, and even his stubble was shaved clean, resembling a bald tiger.
Only by dusk,
did he finally escape Mrs. Wang's torment.
That night.
Chen Jichuan lay on the bed, pondering to himself: "Wang Ji is an Innate Elder of the Taixu Sword Sect, a person of real influence. My pretending to be a savage and joining his tutelage means I've technically entered the Taixu Sword Sect."
The Taixu Sword Sect traces its lineage back to the Taixu Emperor.
Though it has fallen into a state of only holding sway over one county now, it was once glorious, and its foundation is far beyond what ordinary sects can compare with.
Entering the Taixu Sword Sect is by no means easy.
One path requires being under the age of ten, coming from a clean background, and paying five hundred taels of silver to join as an outer disciple to learn basic Inner Strength.
