Qianlong emerges from the abyss
The outer gate of Liuyun Sect, next to the trial stage.
Su Han covered his bleeding ribs and half-knelt on the ground in humiliation. In front of him, Liu Chengfeng, who was wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, lifted his chin frivolously with his toes, and the contempt in his tone was like a sharp blade: "Su Han, you are just a waste with fake spiritual roots, and you dare to compete with me on the trial stage? Look at your fourth-level cultivation of body tempering, you are not even qualified to let me use it!"
There were sneers all around, and the outer disciples had long been used to seeing Su Han being bullied. Three years ago, he was reluctantly accepted into the Liuyun Sect's door wall with his rare pseudo-spiritual roots. He thought this was the beginning of a turning point in fate, but unexpectedly, the pseudo-spiritual roots absorbed spiritual energy at an alarmingly slow rate. Three years later, most of his disciples had reached the sixth level of Body Tempering, but he was always lingering on the fourth level, becoming the laughing stock of the entire outer sect.
"I... I didn't want to fight with you..." Su Han gritted his teeth, and there were deep blood marks on his palms from his fingernails. The smell of blood like rust filled his mouth. He was just passing by the trial platform when he was stopped by Liu Chengfeng and his men, and he suffered this humiliation for nothing.
"Never thought about it?" Liu Chengfeng sneered and kicked Su Han over. "Last month when the sect was collecting elixirs, your brother Su Mu got a token to enter the inner gate. It's a pity that I interrupted his spiritual veins in order to protect you. I'm afraid he doesn't even have the strength to pick up the medicine hoe now, right?"
"You're looking for death!"
These words struck Su Han's heart like a thunderbolt. He raised his head suddenly, his eyes bloodshot. His younger brother Su Mu is his only relative in this world
