SUFFERING FROM FINDING A SINGLE PARTNER

"Hey, look! Su Yang, that idiot who decided to take senior sister Xing despite knowing her partner!"

"Didn't senior brother Yan have a death match with him today? What happened?"

"Look at his robe covered in blood. Does this mean the death match has been settled, Su Yang won, and Yan Ming is now dead?"

"There's no way Su Yang won!"

"Then why is he still alive? When two people enter the stage for a death match, they must fight until one dies. I never heard the two fighters survived after the death match."

"Let's ask him."

The disciples were talking to each other when they saw Su Yang walking with a bloodstained hole in his white robe with a calm expression, almost as if he was unaware of the serious wound on his chest.

"Hey, Su Yang, How did you survive the match against Yan Ming?" A group of disciples blocked his path, stopping his steps.

The disciples' actions quickly aroused the attention of those around them, becoming the center of attention.

"I don't have time to play with the kids – scram," Su Yang refused to give them any more face and walked around them, dumbfounding everyone. Since when did that idiot become so bold and arrogant? To think he ignored the faces of the disciples all at once, did he end up going crazy?

"Su… Su… SU Yang! TAKE ONE MORE STEP, AND YOU WILL PAY!" The person leading the group suddenly roared, shocking everyone.

However, despite his threatening words, Su Yang continued walking, not even turning his head to look, completely ignoring him.

"You damn bastard!" veins appeared on the forehead of the screaming disciple, and he chased after Su Yang with his fists tightly clenched.

During the second step, Su Yang suddenly turned his head, looking at him with a narrowed gaze filled with killing intent.

His terrifying gaze, which seemed sharp enough to punch a hole in a boulder, froze the pupil's movements and caused him to tremble uncontrollably as if he was looking at a hungry beast ready to pounce on him.

The disciple's legs went limp, and he fell to the ground. And the feet of the disciples behind him also began to shake uncontrollably, like a crowd of clowns dancing in the cold air.

"Hmph. Lots of stupid people." Su Yang coldly snorted and continued walking.

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"Is that… really Su Yang? Or did they misrecognize Su Yang?"

"How could it be Su Yang? Even though they may look similar, that aura surrounding them is completely different from the useless Su Yang I know!"

"Right! Su Yang always had a goofy expression, but the handsome man just now had a sharp and serious face – they were two different people!"

The watching disciples started gossiping, some even laughing at the group that stopped Su Yang.

"Is it really not Su Yang?" The disciple who fell to the ground thought to himself, feeling confused.

Could there be two people with nearly identical features in this sect?

Su Yang's vile gaze reappeared in the disciple's head, and he quickly dismissed his doubts. It was not Su Yang but someone who looked like him! The idiot Su Yang he knew, would never dare to talk back to anyone else, much less threaten them with that gaze!

After reaching his residence in the outer court, Su Yang was greeted by a handsome young man at the door of his room.

"Su…Su Yang?! You managed to survive a deadly fight against Yan Ming?!" The young man initially thought he saw a ghost when he saw Su Yang walking towards his house from a distance. But now that he was standing in front of him, there was no way he could become a ghost.

From the previous 'Su Yang' memories, Su Yang recognized this young man. He was her roommate, Tang Hu.

"I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to rest in my room. Don't bother me." Su Yang walked into the room without giving him another word.

Tang Hu watched him walk past him with his mouth wide open. "Good grief!" he muttered loudly, "He is alive!"

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Su Yang went straight into his room after entering the house and started to organize his thoughts.

"That old man… really, what is he doing?" He looked into the mirror hanging on the wall, and his childhood memories flashed through his head.

"This was my body when I was young, but how come I don't remember being in this place? Did I reincarnate and only regain my memories after being stabbed in the chest with a sword? Injuring me like that, I am too weak. now! "

Su Yang was currently 16 years old and had been a disciple of the Profound Blossom Sect for almost a year. However, despite being in the sect for almost an entire year, his cultivation had not progressed, much less a breakthrough.

An Outer Court disciple like him who had just joined the sect would not receive any favors from the sect and would have to find a partner on his own for dual cultivation, where two people of the opposite sex enjoyed sexual relations to cultivate crops. Once he becomes an Inner Court Disciple, he can ask the sect to find him a suitable match.

However, Su Yang had not been able to find his match since joining the sect despite having high-quality features. He was undoubtedly handsome – handsome enough to seduce the Moon God's wife in his past life.

Here many female disciples, even senior disciples, struggled to become his comrades at first, but when they found out that he had a severe mental problem with zero talent, they quickly ignored him.

No matter how handsome he was, in this sect where their growth depended on their partner, no one was stupid enough to risk their future just because he was handsome, not to mention there were countless handsome men and beautiful young women in the sect.

"That old man has given me another life, but this life… Aiya!" Su Yang sighed loudly.

He was the most handsome man in the world in his past life, where countless peerless goddesses and jade-like fairies to be his match would suffer to find one partner in this sect with thousands of girls.

"If I am still in the same world, then there is a possibility that they might still be alive in this world." Su Yang's gaze flickered with a profound light as countless peerless figures appeared in his mind.

"I will find them and have them in my arms once more, and I will not let them go this time! However, before that, I must mend my tarnished reputation."