Xuanming Demon

Qi Shifeng finished today's cleaning work, took out his notes and a charcoal stick, and silently sat in a corner sketching a diagram of the human body's meridians.

He had once been the adopted son of a martial instructor from the Golden Sword Sect. With the deaths of that instructor and several elders close to him, his status within the Golden Sword Sect had plummeted. To continue learning martial arts, he had no choice but to work as a menial servant, hoping to remain in the Golden Sword Sect and listen to the masters teach martial arts.

Suddenly, a boot appeared before his eyes.

Before he could dodge, the boot slammed into his chest and sent him flying. The charcoal stick in his hand also fell with a slap somewhere in the distance.

"Yo—look at this. A menial servant reading books?"

All he could see was that boot stepping on his notebook.

"A worthless man with crippled meridians thinks he deserves to learn the Golden Sword Sect's arts?"

It stomped down viciously several times, then tore the notebook to pieces.

"Enough, Third Brother. What's there to say to a foolish brat?"

"Exactly, he's just a madman. I heard that back when he was in school, he even asked the teacher why peaches fell to the ground instead of flying into the sky. Why could we walk on the ground instead of upside down—aren't those questions only idiots would ask? That's just common sense in this world."

"Right. He's an idiot, no need to lower ourselves to his level. A cripple who can't practice martial arts still wants to create his own cultivation method? What a joke. Cultivation methods are bestowed by elders. How could anyone study them on their own? What realm is he at, and what realm is the