The Sea Clan was defeated, Holy Heaven Ten Institutes Grand Competition came to an end.
With his astonishing strength, Wang Yan rightfully earned the title of number one.
Qu Youmeng followed closely behind.
Jiang Chengzun and Shangguan Jue fell to third and fourth place, respectively.
Following them were the other geniuses from the Holy Heaven, who were generally no surprises. Although there were other dark horses, none of them could surpass the two from the Primordial Holy Heaven in terms of shock and impact.
In particular, the news of Qu Youmeng's defeat of the Sea Clan spread like wildfire throughout the entire Holy Heaven City.
All Human Race who heard this news were greatly encouraged.
Or rather, it's hard not to be excited.
After all, that was a race that had always crushed the Human Race in terms of overall strength!
But now, the opponent's strongest prodigy has actually been defeated by their own Human Race's prodigy.
This is absolutely so exciting!
For a time, Wang Yan and Qu Youmeng were the talk of the town.
"Very nice..."
The wind outside the window carried the lively chatter of other cultivators in Holy Heaven City.
Feng Wuji lay on his back on the bed, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.
All that remained of his mouth were murmurs.
"Very nice..."
He had been repeating those two words to himself all day.
After the Ten Institutes Grand Competition ended, he was sent back to the Big Dipper Holy Heaven's residence in Holy Heaven City.
Now, he's no different from a cripple.
He lost.
It's useless now.
Its former glory has vanished into dust and wasteland, disappearing like sea foam.
The Saint Heaven Realm Domain is indeed a breeding ground for geniuses.
Here, every prodigy receives the best training, the best mentors, and the most comfortable environment. Unless they choose not to, they are unlikely to face any danger.
No wonder the Sea Clan coveted it so much.
However, this place is merely a breeding ground for prodigies.
If you're not a prodigy, then you have absolutely no future and won't be valued at all.
The Holy Heaven Selection never hesitates to make ruthless choices.
Countless people flock to this place.
Even at the very bottom of the Primordial Holy Heaven, every time enrollment opens, many people try their luck with great confidence.
However, in the end, without exception, the vast majority of people were eliminated, leaving only a few who were valued by the Holy Heaven and recruited into the academy.
Within the Holy Heaven, there are only prodigies.
A ruined prodigy...
It basically doesn't exist.
Feng Wuji's lips twitched slightly as he exhaled a breath of pent-up frustration. He wanted to say something, to make a certain expression, but there was no one around him anymore.
The headmaster, the one who was best to him, certainly didn't want to give him up.
However, he couldn't be such a burden to the academy head.
Therefore, he forcefully stopped the academy master and Holy Heaven from arguing on reason, and also stopped the academy master from trying to go bankrupt to save him.
Feng Wuji was perfectly aware of his current situation.
Even though he was in great pain and despair, he couldn't deny that he had no future left.
He became a completely useless person.
A useless person has no value to the Holy Heaven.
He used to call himself the successor of the Vast Sea Saint King, and because of his talent and strength, no one questioned it.
But what about now!?
He's ruined!
Whether in the Big Dipper Holy Heaven or elsewhere, many people dislike him. After all, he has always had a very straightforward personality and rarely flatters or fawns over others. Even when facing someone with a higher cultivation level than himself, he never bows his head.
That's arrogance.
At least in the eyes of many, this is arrogance.
After all, as fellow students of the Holy Heaven Academy, who among them isn't a prodigy?
Those who had secretly envied him, looked down on him, and loathed him, yet dared not say a word to his face, suddenly sprang up like mushrooms after rain.
They mocked him relentlessly, calling him a fraud, a good-for-nothing, and a complete liar.
Successor of the Vast Sea Saint King?
He doesn't deserve it!
yes...
Recalling the faces he had witnessed, Feng Wuji clenched his teeth, feeling an indescribable resentment welling up inside him.
However, when his gaze fell upon his own body, the energy within him seemed to be punctured and flowed away.
What they said... wasn't wrong.
A wave of utter despair suddenly washed over Feng Wuji.
'I am truly unworthy.'
'I was never a descendant of the Vast Sea Saint King.'
'I used to bluff my way out of trouble, clinging to the hope that even if the Saint King knew of my existence, he would spare me because of my talent. But now I'm ruined. What do I have left?'
' The Saint King... he has never been defeated. How could a piece of trash like me presume to call him my master?'
"I am too useless and too stupid. If only the Saint King knew..."
A host of despairing thoughts filled Feng Wuji's mind, like a raging fire, burning his heart and devouring his reason, leaving only boundless pain and despair.
He was lost in thought, his palms clenching unconsciously.
For a fleeting moment, he thought of death.
If he could, he wouldn't want to die; that would be too foolish. However, whenever he thought about his failure and how he had disgraced his revered master, the pain would forcefully invade his mind, making it impossible for him to think of anything else.
And it was at this moment...
In the dimly lit room, a figure suddenly appeared beside Feng Wuji's bed.
His figure was tall and imposing; even hidden in the darkness, one could sense his strength and the overwhelming aura emanating from him.
Feng Wuji's heart suddenly tightened.
His first thought was whether this person was an enemy who had come to kill him.
However, before his thoughts could fully develop, he heard the person who had appeared silently beside him suddenly speak.
"Your aptitude is mediocre, your character is lacking; in every way, you're utterly rotten."
"Fortunately, I find you somewhat pleasing to the eye."
The deep male voice, brimming with natural confidence and arrogance, spoke with every word gratingly harsh. Yet, Feng Wuji felt no aversion whatsoever.
Perhaps it's because this person gives off a very domineering and powerful vibe.
Perhaps it was the smile in the other person's tone.
but...
"Who are you?"
He forced back his confusion and spoke.
But the moment he opened his mouth, he subconsciously closed his eyes, simply because the lamp that he had deliberately extinguished was casually turned back on by the man who had suddenly appeared, who waved his sleeve and used his Spiritual Power.
A face of unparalleled handsomeness, as if sculpted by a master craftsman, exuding an air of nobility, appeared before Feng Wuji.
It was none other than the Vast Sea Saint King.
He smiled and spoke softly.
"Don't you claim to be my successor?"
"What? You can't even recognize your master right in front of you?"
"Since you like my halberd technique so much, from today onwards, I will teach you the true Vast Sea Saint Art. Are you willing?"