Looking Cloud Mountain had once been a spirit mountain of the Xu Family, with a spirit mine as well. But after the spirit mine had been exhausted,
it gradually became neglected.
Wild grass ran rampant across the mountain, bringing with it the fragrance of untamed greenery and a greater sense of tranquility.
There were ten small courtyards on the mountain. At that moment, in a courtyard near the edge, a door stood wide open, and a slightly aged figure pushed it open.
His face was full of bitterness, while his eyes were somewhat red.
His fists clenched, then loosened.
Seeing this, the door beside him also opened.
The bitter-eyed man immediately fell to his knees.
"Brother Jie, I failed again. I have no chance of breaking through to Foundation Establishment. I have no face to meet the Clan Elders. The blood patterns on our bodies are a disgrace!" Wan Chengyu said.
The cultivator standing before him looked much younger.
Before long, two or three more people emerged from the other rooms.
Yet Wan Chengjie unexpectedly stepped forward and slapped Wan Chengyu across the face.
"If you do not dare hold a sword, you are unworthy of the surname Wan!" Wan Chengjie said coldly.
"If you cannot even endure this little hardship, what kind of immortality are you cultivating? Illusory immortality?"
"Without the family, could you have reached where you are today? The lives of over a thousand family members bought us this sliver of hope, yet you speak of giving up just like that. Even if you fail Foundation Establishment a hundred times, ten thousand times, you must keep building!" Wan Chengjie said coldly.
He looked at the others as well.
"Do not think the Ye Family is raising us like livestock. That is because we are incompetent. If we