After failing to achieve Foundation Establishment, Lu Fan felt as though his Dao path had suddenly turned bleak and dim.
The joy he had felt upon joining Lingyun Sect was immediately wiped away without a trace.
These past few days, he had endured endless mockery and ridicule from the fellow disciples around him, leaving his heart full of pent-up rage.
The three-month deadline had arrived. Failing to achieve Foundation Establishment meant Lu Fan had to begin as a bottom-tier disciple, accumulating sect contribution points bit by bit in hopes of exchanging them for a second Foundation Establishment Pill.
Naturally, that was destined to take quite some time.
He had only just joined the sect. The contribution points needed for a Foundation Establishment Pill alone would be enough to make him swallow a bitter draught.
Moreover, even for a colossal force like Lingyun Sect, Foundation Establishment Pills were limited. It was not as though one could immediately exchange for one the moment they had accumulated enough contribution points.
He would have to wait his turn by seniority and slowly grind through the years. Who knew how much time would be wasted away?
If he failed to handle his personal connections properly, he might even be edged out by those who came later.
And the Ascension Ceremony was held once every five years, consuming no small share of Foundation Establishment Pills as well.
"What rotten luck. My spiritual power was clearly about to complete liquefaction. I was only short of that final bit."
On the way to the Affairs Hall, whenever Lu Fan thought of what had happened during his Foundation Establishment attempt that day, he felt a surge of anger and unwillingness from the bottom of his heart.
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