Seven days passed.
On the seventh day, when Xiao Yan stepped out of his room, his face was a picture of utter despair.
His cultivation had fallen to the Three-Section Dou Qi!
For six days straight, Xiao Yan had broken through in reverse by one minor stage each day.
Only after last night had his cultivation finally stopped falling.
Even so, his eyes were vacant.
"Why did this happen? Why?"
He kept muttering that question under his breath.
He had been on the verge of entering the Dou Zhe Realm. Now, in a single stroke, he was back to square one!
Wasn't I a cultivation genius? Why would something so unreasonable happen to me?
Xiao Yan asked himself again and again.
Unfortunately, no one could give him an answer.
However much he wanted to deny it, his Dou Qi cultivation really had fallen from the Ninth Stage of Dou Qi to the third.
The upheaval made Xiao Yan unusually quiet.
He could not help recalling how the clan had fawned over him when they considered him a genius.
If word gets out that my cultivation has regressed, will everyone still see me as a genius? Will they still place their hopes in me?
Honestly, Xiao Yan hardly dared imagine it.
Such a gulf between past and present would be hard for anyone to bear.
But although Xiao Yan had fallen from the Ninth Stage of Dou Qi to the Three-Section Dou Qi, he was only nine years old. In truth, he still ranked among the Xiao Household's finest!
Few children in the Xiao Household had reached the Three-Section Dou Qi by the age of nine.
At worst, Xiao Yan's talent had dropped from monstrous to that of an ordinary genius.
As long as it did not happen again, he would