Too Much

Wu Yong returned to his residence.

The place he lived in was not particularly nice, but neither was it too shabby. After all, he had once been considered a talented figure, and with the rewards bestowed by the elders, he had managed to save up a little. Compared to true powerhouses, however, it was still far from enough.

At that moment, Wu Yong could not help feeling downcast again.

If he had joined Berserk Blade Academy back then, would things be completely different now?

Unfortunately... fate toyed with men.

He had occasionally heard people mention that after Zhang Li joined Berserk Blade Academy, his status had completely changed. A huge crowd rushed to curry favor with him, and he lived an incomparably comfortable life. That once-humble nobody had seemingly become a different person in the blink of an eye—arrogant beyond measure, as though he looked down on everyone.

At the thought, Wu Yong shook his head.

None of that had anything to do with him anymore. Though he felt some regret, he had little remorse over saving his companions back then. It was only the destruction of his dantian that filled him with helplessness and sorrow.

Whenever he saw those people he had saved bringing heaps of gifts to thank him during holidays and festivals, and saw the utter sincerity in their eyes, Wu Yong felt that perhaps all he had done had been worthwhile. At the very least, he had not saved a pack of ungrateful wretches.

If he were given another chance, he would still choose to save them. He would simply be more cautious and not allow his dantian to suffer such devastating damage.

Sadly... there were no ifs in life anymore.

Most of his life had already been ruined. His daily persistence in practicing swordsmanship was