"I'm willing to do anything for you if you let me have the chance to join your clan." The young Dark Lord knelt at the guards of a Clan begging to become one of them.
"Get out of here you filthy beggar!"
They smirked and shouted at him instead.
He didn't move away as it was his only chance to salvage his family.
His father had angered a cultivator, and the pettiness of the cultivator destroyed whatever farmland his father had.
Vowing not to stop until his father was forced to sell his sisters and him into slavery.
They were going hungry and no one dared to help his father, in fear of being marked by the cultivator instead.
The young Dark Lord saw no other way out.
And the only solution for him to stop a cultivator was with other cultivators, or become one himself.
But it was a naive thought.
The guards after shouting at him saw that he didn't move and they proceeded to rain down punches on him.
