C1 Despair

Skyfire Empire.

In the Magnificent Brocade City.

February second.

Su Clan Main Courtyard.

On the high platform, the Patriarch, the Elders, and the descendants of the Su Clan.

The annual general meeting of the martial artists' innate talent test.

On this day, almost everyone was present at the convention venue, bustling with excitement.

A two hundred zhang wide road was paved with polished limestone. It was clean, tidy, and did not lose its grandeur. At the end of the road, there was a platform built from green steel and stone that was thirty meters wide and nine inches tall.

On the left and right side of the stage, flags were fluttering in the wind. In the middle, there was an eight feet eight inch tall purple gold statue. The owner of the sculpture was the founder of the Su Clan — Su Zheng Tian.

Legend has it that Su Zheng Tian had already broken through the void to ascend to the Heaven Realm.

On the high platform, the main character of the Su Clan was dressed neatly. He had a smile on his face and an indescribable pride.

In front of the sculpture was the current Patriarch of the Su Family, Su Zheng De. On his left and right were the Great Clan Elder Su Ba and the Second Clan Elder Su Tai. On the other hand, the people beside the two elders were the Su Clan's other elders and clansmen.

Receiving Su Zheng De's signal, the old housekeeper of the Su Family, Su Ao, raised his head towards the sky and shouted respectfully: "The time is here, the martial artist aptitude test is starting now …"

With the order, the Su Clan members immediately moved. Su Zheng De's faction, Su Ba, Su Tai and the other elders' descendants all walked towards the stage. Their parents and relatives looked at their children expectantly.

Legend has it that the Su Clan's testing stone was left behind by ancestor Su Zheng Tian as a fragment of a treasure. It was very valuable.

For every Su Clan member that went up, the testing stone would display their age, martial artist talent, and actual cultivation.

Of course, any powerful family would have an awkward situation where good and bad things happened to them, and the Su Family, which had existed for three thousand years, was no exception.

It had been eight hundred years since a super strong expert had appeared in the powerful and prosperous Su Clan, and the interior was filled with greed and greed. Their future was truly worrisome! As the Su Clan that had inherited an ancient history, as the Su Clan that had seen the appearance of countless experts, the treasures that were left behind were enough to cause one to take the risk. Many rising families were coveting the treasures that the Su Family had accumulated.

Don't look at the Su Clan's seemingly limitless glory on the surface. It was truly a source of trouble for both the outside and the internal!

This point was something that the person in charge of the Su Clan and those old antiques that had cultivated arduously in the Su Clan's tomb knew clearly. Therefore, they urgently needed a demon like good seed to intimidate those petty villains who harbored evil intentions in all directions.

It was a pity that the heavens had not fulfilled one's wish!

"Su Feng, seventeen years old, perfect Houtian eighth stage martial artist, qualified."

"Su Yu," Fourteen years old, Houtian Sixth Level Warrior, qualified.

"Su Lei, 19 years old, Pre-Sky Realm rank 10, qualified."

"Su Lei, 13 years old, level five precelestial, qualified."

"Su Shuang, 15 years old, level eight precelestial, outstanding talent."

"Su Xue, sixteen years old, a warrior at the ninth level of the Postliminary Realm, excellent."

"Yue Zhong!"

"Su Lu, 12 years old, level five precelestial, outstanding talent."

"…"

"Su Lie, 15 years old, martial artist, low aptitude, not qualified." Instantly, the tall and skinny youth that wore simple clothes on the high platform had a face that swelled to the point his face flushed red, and he wasn't much stronger than a monkey.

Everyone had a look of contempt on their faces as they gloated while looking at the unqualified youth.

"Trash is trash, no matter how hard you try, you will still be trash. Pah!"

"Exactly, it's really the Su Clan's shame."

"He's really the genius of our Su Clan!"

"Genius?" "I think it's self-proclaimed, haha …"

"That's right. Tomorrow, I'll also self-proclaimed myself as an emperor. No, Supreme Emperor, hehe …"

"Quickly scram back to your dog kennel. Trash, haha …"

"Scram!" "Idiot."

"Trash, hurry up and go home to drink some milk!"

"…" Regardless of man or woman, no one was willing to say a word for Su Lie. Even if it was just a sentence that warmed his heart, it still wouldn't cause him to feel so uncomfortable.

The youth's figure was desolate and lonely, his heart dripping with blood. He was incomparably angry and wanted to vent, but he couldn't find a way out. Even if there was only one person who was willing to listen to him pour out the frustration in his heart, he wouldn't have any hatred.

But now, there was only hatred in his heart.

He hated those who turned him from a genius into trash.

He hated the whites of their eyes.

He hated those aloof gazes.

He hated his mother and left himself alone.

He hated his missing father even more. He had never cared for him in the slightest.

His father and mother were almost indiscernible in his memories.

He hated the fact that God had made a big joke out of him.

When he returned to his own courtyard, the youth with the distorted face stood in the middle of the yard for almost two hours before he slowly let go of his tightly clenched fists. He did not even feel that his hands were dripping with blood.

"Ai!" He heaved a long sigh as he felt extremely helpless.

He did not understand, not in the least. As the saying goes, when people go higher, water flows lower. But why was he constantly retreating!

As the saying goes, learning is like moving against the current. If you don't advance, you retreat.

Although he said that, he trained hard every day.

Other people were eating wine and having fun, but he was training hard.

Others were wandering in the land of fireworks, but he was training hard.

Others bullied and bullied him, but he continued to cultivate arduously.

"..." He continued to train hard.

Except for the time he had to eat and drink and Lazar slept, he did not waste any of his time. However, the result was still disappointing beyond compare. Fifteen years old, a martial artist, poor and pathetic.

Her tears had dried up.

Decadent.

Lost.

Sad.

Resentment.

Despair.

He wasn't willing to accept this.

"..." These were no longer able to describe his feelings at this moment.

He had thought of dying and getting it over with. However, he was unwilling. He was extremely unwilling. Why did he stop moving even after becoming a trash from a genius? This unsolved mystery plagued his mind and body like a nightmare and cursed his future.

If he didn't understand this, he wouldn't rest his eyes in peace even if he were to die.

A day's time quickly passed and there still wasn't any progress. In the midst of his depression, Su Lie slowly entered the land of dreams.

Early in the morning, the first rays of the sun shone into the simple courtyard, but his was no longer there.

Five miles away from the courtyard, there was a waterfall. The youth was tempering his body and inner breathing in the torrential waters in order to break through into the realm of martial practitioners that would make one feel stifled.

Rumble …

When the sparkling and translucent water flowed onto the ground, it emitted a deafening sound that caused one's mind to waver. One's mind would be at ease and relaxed.

Finally, the youth stopped cultivating and went ashore.

When the sun shone on his strong muscles, it gave off a very soft glow. With the wheat colored skin, he looked very manly. If it wasn't for his current cultivation level being too low, those young wives would have definitely cried out involuntarily and their faces would have flushed red.

Phew...

Su Lie let out a long breath, his face full of bitterness.

And he was still at the peak of the Pre-Sky Realm martial artist, alas …

There was no other way. Disappointment was disappointment, but what needed to be done still needed to be done. Although his cultivation base could not improve, he could still temper his fleshly body and willpower. He hoped that one day, he would be able to rely on his own hard work to break free from his shackles.

This kind of cultivation was dull and boring, and he never stopped cultivating for a moment.

Even though his future was uncertain and his hopes were small, he still persevered in his belief.

In those dark eyes, the firm conviction never wavered, not even a little.

He had been struggling to figure out the reason behind his breakthrough to level four precelestial. Unknowingly, his mind had drifted somewhere.