I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 68: Blessings never come alone, but misfortunes never come alone, and evils are everywhere.

The word "loser" comes from the Japanese "负け犬", which means "a loser like a stray dog".

Usually used to describe people or things that fail in competition.

In the ACGN field, losers specifically refer to characters who have lost in the competition for the harem protagonist, usually accompanied by a plot of being defeated by other competitors and feeling depressed.

Can't make it, can't make it, have no conscience... these four sentences all have their own meanings.

In a sense, the founder of the Emei Sect, the female hero Guo Xiang, could also be considered a loser.

In short, the loser is a must-have feature in romance novels, comics, and animations.

Most of the loser characters have had a touching love story, but they are not the heroines.

Novels usually only touch upon the subject briefly and often do not mention where these people ultimately go or how their lives are.

But in reality, losers still need a place to go.

This place is the Baimei School.

This has long been a consensus in the martial arts world, that the Baimei faction is a gathering place for losers.

He is also well-known and famous in the world.

It even directly affected the Baimei School's rules. As long as the sisters had emotional trauma, even the entrance examination would be lowered by several levels, from the hellish Henan examination paper to the simple Jingye examination paper.

The Baimei Sect worships Qingyuan Zhenjun as its founder and inherits the Eight-Nine Profound Arts. It is an authentic and well-known first-class sect in the martial arts world, and is not much inferior to the Six Paths and Seven Sects that have been passed down for thousands of years.

How did he end up in such a mess today?

This matter has to start with Juan Zhihuan.

It is rumored that True Lord Qingyuan had been secretly in love with Bai Wuming for many years, but failed to get him, so he killed him with his own hands. It was a cruel act, and he was hailed as the first loser of the immortal level on land since the creation of the world.

This incident is also recorded in "Da Qin Wild History".

In fact, when it comes down to it, no one knows why the Baimei School has become like this, or whether it was a large-scale emotional trauma mutual aid group established by losers from the beginning.

But there is no doubt that the development of Baimei School has always been very good.

This is due to two reasons.

First, those who have failed in love often fall into a more insane state, that is, "without a man in the heart, breaking through the realm of nature is natural". Cutting off emotions and locking up love can indeed improve the speed of cultivation to a certain extent. This was proved by true practitioners in the era when the Tai Shang Wangqing Dao was popular.

Force is the basic guarantee for everything. After joining the Baimei School, there are not only examples of people's cultivation making rapid progress compared to the past, but also examples that can be found everywhere.

"If you haven't been abandoned once, you won't know you are a genius" - an enduring joke of the Baimei School.

Secondly, women who have the time and energy to fall in love and are easily in love often have good family backgrounds and talents.

Ordinary losers simply don't have the ability or family background to join the Baimei School. Their families will only arrange a marriage for them, and then they will spend the rest of their lives in mediocrity.

Only those with high-quality family background and strong abilities can withstand worldly pressure and become self-combed women. The family background of these losers who joined the Baimei School is the connection of the Baimei School.

With so many losers working together to build a guild and increase its combat power, it would be a miracle if this guild couldn't develop.

……

After learning the whole story, Bai Xuan's perception of the Baimei Sect suddenly dropped to the same level as the Six Paths and Seven Sects.

They are all bizarre sects founded by a group of people who can't sit still.

The Six Paths and Seven Sects have no fewer interesting jokes than the Baimei Sect.

Even the Xuanwu Sect, the predecessor of the currently highly respected Wudang Sect, has many official histories that sound very much like unofficial histories.

Otherwise, why didn't the Second Lady attack other sects, but chose to attack the Xuanwu Sect's mountain gate?

As expected, they all came to prominence in the same era, and anyone who comes can become a funny figure.

History is not a wheel at all, but a huge boomerang.

When Bai Xuan was distracted, he suddenly felt a breeze: "Miss, is there something wrong?"

The second disciple of the Baimei Sect took the initiative to move closer, hands behind his back, with the lively and active spirit of youth: "Are you Jiang Baichuan's disciple? Do you have the legendary Sword Immortal's remains?"

Disciple No. 1 clenched his fingers in his sleeves awkwardly, thinking that this girl was too straightforward, how could he ask such a question.

"Is this what the young lady wants to know, or does your sect want to know?" Bai Xuan asked.

"I'm just curious." Disciple No. 2 looked innocent and said casually, "The Sword Immortal's remains are so miraculous, why haven't you entered yet? Is your master being stingy and not telling you about his treasure?"

Bai Xuan smiled: "The Sword Immortal's remains are treasures, but they are also the seeds of disaster. It is right not to pass them down."

"No, no, good things must be passed down."

"Have you seen it? How do you know it's a good thing?"

"I've seen it before."

"Ok?"

"Why are you so surprised?" The second disciple asked curiously, "The Baimei Sect has a Sword Immortal's remains, and everyone in the martial arts world knows it."

Bai Xuan was stunned.

Very good, this directly marks the location of the fourth piece of Sword Immortal's remains.

The task of collecting the six roots immediately advanced a little.

Seeing Bai Xuan in a daze, the second disciple waved his hand and said, "Hey, you haven't answered me yet." Bai Xuan smiled faintly and said, "Yes, the fourth Chengfeng is in my hands."

The number one disciple of Baimei Sect was stunned: "What are you saying..."

Little girl number two rolled her eyes: "I don't believe it. You're treating me like a child."

Bai Xuan shrugged. "So, it doesn't matter whether it's in my hands or not. What matters is what you all think. If someone really comes for it, they won't be easily dismissed with just a few words."

Disciple No. 1 clasped his fists and said, "Junior sister, you two are being naughty. I hope you two don't mind. My Baimei sect has absolutely no intention of coveting it. The Sword Immortal's remains were originally given to the people of the world by our ancestor Bai Wuming. It is an ownerless item. The ancestor left a legacy, and it is for those who are capable to take it."

"Even the Sword Immortal's remains held by the Baimei Sect are the same. Whoever can take it away will own it."

"The Baimei Sect holds a sword-fighting tournament every three years, and the next one will be in six months."

"If Mr. Bai is interested, he can go and try to take the sword bone."

So generous?

Even the activities were arranged in advance.

Isn't this just giving it away for free?

The defeated nuns are really generous.

Bai Xuan agreed decisively: "I will definitely visit your sect when the time comes."

There is no grudge between the young people from the previous generation, and they gradually became familiar with each other after exchanging a few words.

Bai Xuan has lived too long and has seen a lot. As an old antique, he can handle the two little girls with ease.

In just half a cup of tea, the intimacy between the two female disciples of the Baimei School went from strangers who met by chance to very familiar acquaintances.

After some communication, I easily learned a lot of inside information about the Baimei faction... Although it was all common information, it was much more credible when it came from their mouths.

Such a pleasant exchange should continue like this.

Until the doorman came running over again.

"Miss, ma'am!"

"Oh no!"

Unlike before, this time the doorman looked flustered and embarrassed.

Ning Jianshuang had a bad feeling and soothed him, "Calm down, take a breath before speaking, don't be anxious."

The doorman caught his breath and spoke hurriedly, "My neighbor Uncle Fu's son just came over to tell me he saw people from the Wuwei Escort Agency coming into town and heading towards our house."

Wuwei Escort Agency was one of the top five escort agencies in the Southern Dynasty.

It is impossible to do business in Jiankang without a background.

Wuwei Escort Agency, as a force in the underworld, has close ties with the imperial court, and its backer should be in the Ministry of Justice;
The status of Wuwei Escort Agency in the underworld relies on its old boss and the chief escort, both of whom are masters. The former has been on the local list, and the latter is known as the best shooter in Yingzhou.

There are two reasons why an escort agency would confront the Jiang family.

The first reason is that the old owner of the Wuwei Escort Agency has a close relationship with the Ministry of Justice, which also involves the issue of standing on the side of the court.

Fifteen years ago, various masters came to the Forbidden City to defend the emperor. The old boss of the escort agency was one of them, but he was unlucky and faced Jiang Baichuan, who was at the peak of his powers at that time.

Jiang Baichuan didn't kill him, but he also seriously injured his old boss, leaving him with a chronic illness. A few years later, when he passed away, the grudge was formed.

The second reason is that the biggest partners of Wuwei Escort Agency are the big tea merchants of the Southern Dynasty, that is, the local wealthy families in Jiangnan.

Because the Northern Dynasty had a huge demand for tea, tea merchants had to sell tea for export to the Northern Dynasty. The escort agency was their bodyguard, and their interests were bound together.

This group of big tea merchants intended to monopolize the market by manipulating prices, and Juyi Pavilion's core base was also restaurants and teahouses. Not wanting to be strangled by others, they gave up cooperating with the big tea merchants in the Jiangnan area and instead supported other tea farmers to open up supply channels.

The two sides are in commercial competition, and it is a life-and-death struggle. The big tea merchants in Jiangnan have long been fed up with Juyi Pavilion and want to remove this thorn in their eyes, and then integrate the market to make it easier to manipulate prices and dump tea.

The arrival of the Wuwei Escort Agency was completely within Ning Jianshuang's expectations, and the counterattack of the big tea merchants was also within her imagination.

But she didn't expect that the other party would choose to come to her directly at the funeral. Was this because he was too impatient, or was he confident that he would win?
"Do you have any news yet?" Bai Xuan suddenly asked the doorman.

The concierge hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "He also said... that he seemed to have seen Song Qingtang with that group of people."

"Who is Song Qingtang?" Bai Xuan looked at Ning Jianshuang when asking.

Miss Ning's expression changed slightly, and her eyes looked directly at the main entrance of the Jiang family compound.

Just then, a group of dense footsteps arrived.

The footsteps were fast and there were many people, as if a large army was approaching, and a pressure that was about to break through the threshold poured in.

"We have come uninvited to see Pavilion Master Jiang off."

"Niece Ning, why don't you go out and greet them?"

The person who spoke was full of energy. He was wearing a blue scholar's robe, with a face as white as jade and a short beard. His temperament was also gentle and elegant, like a scholar rather than a man of the world. But this person was the owner of Qingyun Tower in Juyi Pavilion, and he had a very high prestige.

"Song Qingtang..."

There was no trace of a smile on Ning Jianshuang's face, and she was too lazy to even give a polite smile.

"Should I call you Uncle Song or Master Song now?"

(End of this chapter)