"Hahaha! So this guy is Li Xiaoya, the one with the lowest cultivation on Heavenly Capital Peak?"
"That's right, that's him!"
"Haha! The Li Xiaoya who utterly disgraced Supreme Patriarch Daoling?"
"Exactly, exactly! He's only at the third level of the true cultivation stage!"
"Tch! Third level of the true cultivation stage! I could take him down with one finger!"
"Hahaha! Doesn't that make him third-level trash?!"
"Hahahaha! Come on, third-level trash!"
Li Xiaoya bit his lip tightly and raced down the narrow path, desperately holding back his tears. His mind was filled with those disciples' mocking words and faces!
"Aah!!!!!!!!"
Li Xiaoya ran to a Little Stream and roared over and over, venting the grief and fury in his heart! As he raged at the Little Stream, he pounded the ground with his fists, as though only giving every disciple who had mocked him a savage beating could release his anger!
Splash! Li Xiaoya suddenly jumped into the Little Stream! He submerged his head and shook it fiercely, only emerging when he was on the verge of suffocating. By then, thin threads of blood seeped from his tightly bitten lip, and there was no telling whether the water on his face was tears or stream water.
"Master! Aren't we going too far?"
"It's fine! My master used this very trick on me back then. A man is better off suffering a few more setbacks!"
"..."
Somewhere in the sky, two pairs of eyes watched Li Xiaoya quietly as their owners conversed in low voices.
After a long while, Li Xiaoya gazed up at the sky, seemingly recalling a distant memory. "I promised you I wouldn't cry. Liar Master..." he murmured, his voice filled with longing and loneliness.
"**I'm going to break through the third level of the true cultivation