"How could he? How could he possibly? He isn't even eighty, and his accumulated foundation is so shallow. What gives him the right to such damned luck? Heaven's Way is utterly unjust!"
Xin Bairen gritted his teeth, his left hand unconsciously clenching into a fist.
At last, in his extreme fury, the jade cup he had been holding in his right hand shattered in his grip.
The fragments flew in every direction like hidden weapons.
Yet Xin Bairen did not notice. His eyes remained fixed on the formation, as though he meant to destroy the scene outright with his gaze.
He roared inwardly, It's only the first trial! Only the first! Perhaps heart demons will beset him any moment now.
Or perhaps, at the third trial, all four tribulations will descend together, leaving him unable to withstand them. Then his joy will turn to sorrow, his life extinguished and his Dao destroyed!
I am the Condensed Jade Sect's undisputed foremost Pseudo-Core cultivator, and even I don't feel I've accumulated quite enough yet. What gives this brat the right to succeed? How could he possibly succeed?
Just then, nine streams of Spiritual Power from beyond the third heaven permeated Qing Chen's Cave Abode.
In that instant, his Divine Soul suddenly plunged into Reincarnation.
"Chen, they're about to close."
A gentle voice sounded beside his ear.
Along with that voice came fingers scented with gardenias, tapping softly on the tabletop.
As though startled awake from a dream, Qing Chen abruptly raised his head.
The slanting sunlight passed through the glass, scattering patches of light over the young woman's white dress. Outside the window, the sound of rain striking the parasol trees was exceptionally clear.
It was his junior year. Lin Yu, a Chinese literature student, always liked to linger before the third