On the top of Qinglan, the sea of clouds is billowing.
Gao Yichen stood on the platform with his hands behind his back, his body surrounded by nine-yang true fire like a dragon. At the age of seventeen, he formed the elixir and reached the stage of Xuantian Sword Technique. At his feet was the third fallen sect's holy son. The mountain wind blew up his robe with mysterious patterns, and also raised the shouts of the three thousand disciples in the audience like a tsunami.
"Daozi Wushuang!"
"Senior Brother Gao is the best among the current generation!"
On the high platform, the white-haired elder stroked his beard and smiled: "Yichen, this son, will definitely become the number one person in our Qinglan Sect for thousands of years." Before he finished speaking, the auspicious clouds gathered in the sky, and a dragon and phoenix appeared unexpectedly - this was a vision born from the heavenly sense of the peerless talent.
However, the wine cups at the celebration banquet were still warm, and drastic changes were coming.
The cup of "birthday congratulatory wine" presented by senior brother Zhao Wuji personally went into his throat and turned into cold poison that could be eaten by thousands of ants. Gao Yichen watched helplessly as the bright golden elixir in his dantian cracked inch by inch, and the Jiuyang Dao body fell apart like glass falling to the ground. When his cultivation dissipated like an ebbing tide, he saw the fleeting sneer on Zhao Wuji's lips, heard the sudden change of tone in the exclamations of the elders around him, and the heartbreaking sound of cracking coming from deep within his own bones.
After three months, the handyman peaked behind the mountain.
The heavy rain poured down, and the figure huddled in the mud had long lost its former glory. Gao Yichen used his bloody fingers to dig through the rocks, looking for the hemostatic grass that could be exchanged for half a bowl of spiritual rice. The hand that once wielded the sword Jiuxiao now trembles even when it holds a piece of gravel.
"Hey, isn't this the Taoist disciple we used to be?" Several outer disciples gathered around with a smile, and the leader stepped on the back of his hand, "I heard that you stole something yesterday.
