Han Xiaoyu transmigrated into a world of cultivation. Before he could even celebrate, his sect announced in front of everyone that his spiritual root had shattered and his cultivation was ruined. His junior brothers and sisters pitied him, the elders couldn't be bothered to look at him, and even the cafeteria served him one less spoonful of vegetables. As he wondered how to scrape by with nothing but his silver tongue, he discovered something no one had ever seen before inside his ruined spiritual root. Every time he got beaten up, it pushed him one step forward. Now the whole sect was waiting to laugh at him, but Han Xiaoyu just grinned. Go ahead and laugh. Let's see who's still laughing once I trample you all underfoot.
