Suicide

This news had come to Mo Hua from Hao Xuan—mainly from Hao Xuan's cousin, Hao Se.

Hao Xuan had done poorly on his Year-End Assessment.

Especially in swordsmanship.

Ever since he had become addicted to clubbing people over the head, he had rarely used his sword. As time passed, his swordsmanship had grown rusty.

In a sect where geniuses stood thick as trees, standing still in swordsmanship meant falling behind.

As a result, Hao Xuan had received only a "C" in swordsmanship. Though he was actually a little stronger than Mo Hua, their ratings truly were about the same.

But Mo Hua's one outstanding talent concealed a hundred flaws. His Array Techniques left all others far behind, while his aptitude limited him in other areas, so no one was overly demanding of him.

Besides, he had no family, and his parents were not by his side. His cultivation depended entirely on his own initiative, with no one there to urge him on.

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if his parents had been beside him, upon learning that Mo Hua had earned a result of "one A and six Cs" in Ganxue Prefecture, among the clouds of geniuses at Void Gate, they would only have been proud of him.

After all, his starting point had been far too low. Achieving even a little was no easy feat.

Hao Xuan was different.

He had a family. Competition within the clan was fierce, its standards strict, and his parents placed enormous importance on his academic performance.

For cultivators his age, their sect "academic performance" was often the whole "meaning" of their existence.

Thus, receiving a "C" was practically like the sky falling on Hao Xuan.

His parents, along with the elders of his branch of the family, had shown him nothing but