One Day in the Tower, a Thousand Years Outside

Three years ago, during a blood test, I was diagnosed with second-grade waste blood. My father disowned me in public. The whole clan trampled me into the mud. Lin Xiao, a genius with fifth-grade king blood, kicked over my pyre every day and called me a loser. The only one who didn't leave was Su Qingyue. She secretly gave me medicine, but Lin Xiao knocked her to the ground every time. With red eyes, she squatted on the ground to pick up the pieces, raised her head and said to me, "Brother Wen Sheng, I believe you." But the more she behaves like this, the more painful it becomes for me. A waste of blood, why should she wait? That day Lin Xiao trampled on an old jade pendant that was my mother's relic. I knelt on the stone floor in the middle of the night and put the pieces together piece by piece, blood dripping from my fingers. Then, the tower lit up. Infinite pagoda, the most ancient treasure. One day in the tower, a thousand years outside. Waste blood can also cleanse the marrow, and the mortal body can also communicate with the spirit. I clenched my fists and bled. Lin Xiao, on the day you knelt in front of me and crushed my mother's jade pendant, did you ever think that three years later I would have been cultivating in the tower for a million years. You ask me, how can I compare my second-grade waste blood with your fifth-grade king blood? When I get out, you won't even be qualified to kneel down.