With a hint of dizziness, Zichen opened his eyes and found himself in a familiar dormitory. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The worn-out tables and chairs, the worn-out wooden bed, a rough beam on the roof, and the jagged tiles were so translucent that they could leak when it rained and when the wind rose.

Lying on the bed and watching all this, Zichen was a little distracted for a while. This is not to be sad and unwilling to be unhappy because the accommodation conditions are too poor, such accommodation conditions are very poor, but for a disciple like him who is at the bottom of the Iron Sword Gate training camp, it is normal.

This world is very realistic, with strength and talent, and is destined to become the focus of others' eyes and enjoy the best resources and cultivation conditions; otherwise, it can only become a foil to others' existence, obscure, inconspicuous, and accept the worst conditions.

What really made Zichen lose his mind was that he began to wonder if his persistence was still necessary?

As a first-class sect in the Great Wilderness, it is not easy for the Iron Sword Sect to enter its training camp, and it has to spend a lot of money. For the Zi family, where Zichen is located, the cost of sending the family's disciples to the sect to cultivate is an extremely heavy burden every year.

The Zi family started as a businessman, and only in recent years have they learned from other families and begun to attach importance to the cultivation of the Dharma Dao by the children of the family, and the younger generation of family members began to learn the basic knowledge from the age of three to lay the foundation for the cultivation of the Fa Dao.

It would have been impossible for a child with inferior Dharma talent like Zichen to enter any sect, but Zichen's father, Zi Chen, was the current head of the Zi family. In the end, Zichen was able to reluctantly enter the training camp of the Iron Sword Gate and become a registered disciple of the Iron Sword Gate.

If the children of the Zi family could not continue to cultivate the Fa Dao, they could only go into business or be delegated to manage the farm, and spend their lives in chaos. Therefore, entering the training camp of the Iron Sword Gate is an opportunity for Zichen to continue his dream, and for Zizheng, it is a choice made by a father for the sake of his children's future.

But for the Zi family, Zi Zheng's approach is a bit of a fake public benefit and abuse of the rights of the head of the family.

Therefore, for the matter of sending Zichen into the Iron Sword Gate training camp, Zizheng has been under great pressure from within the family, and many family elders have accused Zizheng of being unfair, and some who covet the position of the head of the family have even taken the opportunity to rise up and build momentum.

In the end, Zi Zheng was under great pressure, his hair turned a lot whiter in a short period of time, and he almost lost his position as the head of the family, but after all, Zichen was left in the training camp of the Iron Sword Gate.

Despite such a big sacrifice, he even let his father use the power of the head of the house for personal use. But it turns out that Zichen's Fa Dao qualifications are really too poor, the root bone qualifications are inferior, and his comprehension is also very poor, what others can understand in an hour, he may need a day.

Root bone qualification and comprehension, these are the two most important aspects of the Fa Dao, but Zichen is extremely inferior. In this case, although Zichen entered the training camp of the Iron Sword Gate, he had made little progress in the past two years, and now he was only at the level of the middle stage of the "First Order of the Chong Pulse Realm", and he was undoubtedly a registered disciple in the training camp.

This year is the third year of Zichen. According to the rules of the Iron Sword Gate Training Camp, if a registered disciple is still unable to enter the outer gate of the Iron Sword Gate and become an official disciple after three years of entering the camp, he will be driven out of the Iron Sword Gate.

But how easy is it to enter the outer gate of the Iron Sword Gate?

According to the regulations, the registered disciples in the training camp must obtain the top three rankings in the annual assessment test before they can enter the outer gate. There are nearly 200 people in this training camp, but there are only three places, and it is needless to say how fierce the competition is.

With Zichen's Dharma Dao talent, he was the bottom character in the training camp, and it was impossible to have a glimmer of hope in the face of the training camp test and assessment that would be held in three months.

"Maybe it's time for me to go...... Give up the Dharma path completely, stop letting your father worry about it anymore, go back to the family or farm, or do business, and live a peaceful life......"

Zichen muttered in his mouth, knowing very well what kind of price his father had paid in order to let him enter the training camp. But he only achieved such results, which made the pressure on his father even greater than before, and the yin and yang strange ridicule in the family, and all kinds of secret accusations gradually rose and became bigger and bigger.

The more minute he spends in the training camp, the more pressure his father will bear in the family, and if he is eventually kicked out of the training camp, this pressure may eventually explode, and even make it impossible for his father to have the face to be the head of the family.

After knowing this, Zichen felt that he should really take the initiative to leave, anyway, the assessment test in three months was hopeless, it was better to take the initiative to leave, at least let his father bear a little less pressure and accusations. Although his dignity will be completely trampled on, his reputation is already rotten, and it will be the same if it is a little worse.

Despite this, Zichen's fist was clenched tightly all the time—let him give up the Dharma from now on, let his heart die, and become a farmer or a businessman, and live a dull life. Is there a greater sorrow in this world?

How unwilling!

Just when Zichen was struggling with this, the door of the dormitory was suddenly pushed open, and a little fat man with a tiger's head and a tiger brain got into the dormitory.

This little fat man's name is Wan Chong, and he lives in the dormitory next door to Zichen, and is the only friend of the withdrawn Zichen in the training camp.

Wan Chong, the little fat man, has the same disease as Zichen, and he is also a waste of cultivation, and he is nicknamed the "training camp double worms" by the registered disciples in the training camp together with Zichen. The difference is that the little fat man thought about his future path early and decided to take over the family's traditional brewing industry and become a businessman after leaving the training camp.

Because of this, after the little fat man was hopeless in his Fa Dao cultivation, he was not as miserable and desperate as Zichen, but even more heartless, eating, drinking, and having fun all day long, throwing the matter of Fa Dao cultivation out of the clouds.

The little fat man got into the dormitory, but he was carrying a bag of snacks in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth as he walked, and said vaguely to Zichen: "Brother Chen, are you awake? What's wrong with you these days, plus this time you've been in a coma for the third time." This time is especially scary, you have been in a coma for a day and a night, and if you don't wake up, I will go to the elders of the training camp. ”

After mentioning it, Zichen remembered that there seemed to be something wrong with his body in the past few days, and his mind was always inexplicably dizzy, and he could even fall to the ground in a coma. It seems that he must have passed out again, and it is estimated that the little fat man Wanzhong brought him back to the dormitory.

Slightly distracted, Zichen felt that his heart was no longer so heavy and uncomfortable, but he suddenly felt extremely envious of Wanzhong, if he could be as heartless as Wanzhong, how good would it be......

Sighing, Zichen sat up, turned his head to look at Wanzhong, but suddenly his body trembled, and his eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost.