Qingyang City, the Lin family's martial arts arena.
"Next, Lin Feng."
Following the deacon's slightly impatient shout, a slightly thin young man slowly walked forward. His name is Lin Feng, a descendant of a branch of the Lin family.
Around the martial arts arena, the looks from the Lin family's disciples varied, but most of them were filled with undisguised contempt and ridicule.
"Hey, isn't this the famous 'Lin Waste' from our Lin family? Why do you still have a face to test?"
"That's right, he's sixteen years old, and he hasn't even reached the first level of Body Tempering. He comes in at the bottom every year, and I feel ashamed for him."
"His father was also a figure back then. How could he give birth to such a son? It's really embarrassing."
These comments were neither loud nor quiet, just enough to reach Lin Feng's ears. His hands clenched subconsciously, and his nails almost dug into his flesh, but his face showed no expression, as if he had long been used to it.
There was a fire in my heart. Waste? Yes, I am a waste now. But can you blame me? The meridians are naturally blocked, let alone cultivation, and even the speed of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is ten times slower than that of ordinary people. In the past three years, I have worked harder than anyone else, but what is the result? His cultivation remained motionless.
