"Zhao Tianming! You bastard! How dare you take my place!" Nie Yuan's eyes were blood red, like a lone wolf forced into a desperate situation, and he rushed towards the hot iron door, holding on to the iron fence with both hands, his knuckles turning blue and white from excessive exertion.
Outside the door, a young man wearing the moon-white attire of an outer disciple of the Wanjian Sect was playing with a warm jade plaque in his hand, with a sarcastic sneer on his lips. He took out a silk handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose in disgust, as if one more breath of the air here would dirty his lungs.
"Nie Yuan, Nie Yuan, I say you are a low-level reptile. You really don't have any brains." Zhao Tianming's voice came through the iron door, revealing a condescending arrogance. "You, a lowly apprentice who spends his whole day digging out the excrement of monsters and treating animals' diseases, are you worthy of entering the outer sect? The jade plaque for promotion to the outer sect is engraved with my name, Zhao Tianming. Does it have anything to do with a mud-leg like you?"
"Fuck you!" Nie Yuan cursed loudly, with a strong smell of blood rising from his anger. "Those were my three full years! Three years! How many times have I resisted the rampage of monsters for you losers! How many shady black accounts have I dealt with for that old bastard Zhao Yin, your uncle! This is the outer sect quota he promised me personally!"
Nie Yuan's chest heaved violently, and the anger in his chest almost burned his reason to ashes. In this vast wilderness where life is like a piece of cake, the low-level apprentices are no better than a dog. In order to survive, in order to climb into the "outer door" where he could learn real martial arts skills, Nie Yuan forced himself to become a ghost living in a smelly ditch.
