The moment his Dantian shattered, Ye Chen knew that his path to immortality was over. He twitched the corners of his mouth, and his laughter was filled with sadness that could not be resolved. Three days ago, he was looking for medicine for his sect, but was plotted by a rival sect master. He risked his life to save the elixir, but in exchange, his Dantian was completely destroyed and he became a trash that everyone can discard. Above the main hall, his former sect disciple who was under his protection was urging him in the harshest words: "What are you doing? Zhengyang Sect never raises idle people." "I think you have done a good job in keeping the medicine, so keeping you for three days is the end of my kindness." The words were like steel needles, making his heart bleed. "Such a cold sect really chills me to the core." There was sadness and anger in his hoarse voice, and he turned around silently, leaving those indifferent faces behind him. Outside the hall, there are clouds and mist, cranes are flying, and the ancient trees on Lingshan Mountain exude a refreshing aura - Zhengyang Sect, this fairyland on earth, only has a biting chill in his eyes at this moment. He crossed his arms, but couldn't stop trembling. "Look, we were kicked out after all." "Senior Brother Ye treated us well before..." "Don't be stupid, he is a useless person now. How can he be worthy of walking with me and other people on the path to immortality?" The whispers around him whipped his dignity like a whip. Ye Chen lowered his head, as if there were fish bones stuck in his throat, and couldn't even utter a single word of explanation. The high-spiritedness of the past has long been crushed, and all that remains is the silent acceptance of the harshness of the world. "Hey, isn't this Senior Brother Ye?" A joking voice sounded in front of him. Ye Chen raised his eyes and saw Zhao Kang shaking his folding fan through his messy hair. His eyes were slanted, full of unabashed mockery. The junior brother who used to be respectful to him is now looking at him with the most contemptuous eyes. "Get out of the way." Ye Chen's voice sounded like it had been rubbed with sandpaper. "You are already a waste and you are still putting on airs?" Zhao Kang closed the folding fan with a snap, his face suddenly darkened, "Do you really think you are still the same Ye Chen you used to be?" This sentence hit a sore spot, and Ye Chen was shocked, but unable to refute. "It's easy to leave if you want." Zhao Kang suddenly spread his legs and smiled more and more playfully, "Climb over here, maybe I can reward you with a few spiritual stones as a gift." "Zhao Kang!" Ye Chen raised his head suddenly, and a cold light suddenly flashed in his dim eyes. A disciple wanted to speak for him, but was frightened into silence by Zhao Kang's angry shout. Just when Zhao Kang was about to press him for more questions, he suddenly stopped - not far away, a beautiful figure in white was slowly walking towards him. With three thousand black hairs like a waterfall and a peerless face that is not stained by fine dust, she is the relegated fairy Ningshuang in the hearts of the Zhengyang Sect's outer disciples. Once upon a time, she and Ye Chen were the golden boys and girls recognized by the sect, and her charming smile only bloomed for him. But that's all in the past. Ye Chen's throat tightened and he called out in a low voice: "Ji Ningshuang." Since his Dantian was broken, the girl who would smile at him has become nothing but indifference. Zhao Kang had already put on a flattering smile: "Junior Sister Ningshuang." Ji Ningshuang just nodded lightly, and when her eyes passed Ye Chen, there was only alienation in her beautiful eyes, as if she was looking at an unrelated stranger. "Have a good journey." The four words are as clear as the sound of nature, but they are quenched by the ice. "Is this pity?" Ye Chen bent down and picked up the old luggage on the ground, his voice no longer had any warmth in it. Ji Ningshuang was silent, the past feelings seemed to flash through her eyes, but they were still overwhelmed by indifference. Ye Chen patted the dust on his luggage, turned around and walked away. The moonlight stretched his thin figure very long, leaving only a lonely figure on the quiet mountain road, walking step by step out of this fairy gate that once held all his hopes.