Zhang Xuan looked dramatically out the window, thinking to himself of what he would go forth and do today. He didn't feel like cultivating, despite the necessity and urgency of it. He felt lost inside, and uncertain of himself.
He looked around the apartment, noticing how foreign it looked to him. It was surrounded by mysterious spiritual artifacts and unusual furniture that was worn down.Zhang Xuan wandered around, taking in everything that he saw. He felt awestruck by the sheer power and beauty of these objects. They seemed otherworldly, and unlike anything that Zhang Xuan had ever seen before. He felt out of place in his own apartment, as though he didn't belong here amidst all the ancient relics and treasures. It was as if he had stumbled into a magical museum, filled to the brim with wonders beyond his wildest dreams. But despite feeling overwhelmed by it all, he wanted to explore and learn about these spiritual artifacts, eager toZhang Xuan turned to the young master with a smirk. He needed to inflict a divine punishment on the man for his arrogance and misbehavior. If left unchecked, the young master would certainly cause his downfall in the future.Memories flashed within Zhang Xuan's mind, of the ancient protagonists of yore. Those who were always betrayed by a foolish and arrogant young master they had spared the beating of the ass! Without a proper beating ingrained into them, these foolish young masters would retreat to gather power to strike back another day!The store clerk watched Zhang Xuan as if he were the hero of a novel, casually beating the ass of the villain in seconds! "Oh my god, He's so cool!" The store clerk exclaimed, the young master standing to face Zhang Xuan."Zhang Xuan, if you beat me. My father will not stand still anymore! I am the son of Fu Meng, once of the richest men in the country!" The Meng son proclaimed, but Zhang Xuan was undeterred.There was only one way to put down such
Zhang Xuan stood inside of the furniture store, the store clerk guiding him to the back sections for his reward. A quick call to his father had gained his approval of Zhang Xuan."Right this way sir." The store clerk pointed, opening the door to the back room.The back room was large and cavernous, with old and musty furniture stacked haphazardly throughout the space. Cobwebs hung from the corners of the ceiling, and dust had settled thickly on many of the items in the room. Zhang Xuan made an expression of bewilderment at how poorly everything was treated in the backroom."Is this really a reward? Everything is so dusty..." Zhang Xuan remarked, interrupted by a sudden feeling within his chest.Zhang Xuan felt warmth emanating from his chest spontaneously. Several unique magical treasures were stored in there, each of which was pulsing with spiritual qi. The store clerk couldn't see anything, but Zhang Xuan could feel the immense power radiating from them.However, he could not pinpoi
Zhang Xuan after finishing a several minute monologue to himself would finally exit the furniture store. The Store Clerk bid him farewell, happy to see such a ruffian young master had finally been taken care of. Zhang Xuan was deep in thought while walking home, wondering deeply about what he would do. He clutched the necklace he had taken in his hands, looking it over carefully. Perhaps it was a spiritual treasure with high potential, judging from the qi he felt inside of it.Maybe it would lend him a new breakthrough, or perhaps a powerful hidden technique inside of it. He wanted to stay longer, but there were more important things to take care of. "It's only been a few days, and I've awakened to such power. I almost forgot the apocalypse was going to happen!" He couldn't forget the reason for his return. Some power, or something out there had allowed Zhang Xuan to return back to the past. To gather power right before the apocalypse happened. He had died so easily during the apocal
"Are you Zhang Xuan?" The Well dressed muscular man asked Zhang Xuan. He looked tense, gruff and serious. His face had a unreassuring expression on it. Zhang Xuan looked up at him with an eager expression. "Finally, something to escape my life problems with!" Zhang Xuan thought to himself, as he shoved the man away from him."You should learn some manners." The Taller man attempted to give a show of strength, but failed spetacularly having been shoved far by Zhang Xuan. Zhang Xuan prepared to take a stance of confidence and eagerness, flexing his fists out and preparing to fight. "How do I know you're not some bad guy looking for me?" Zhang Xuan got ready to fight, a tint of anxiety still left inside of him."This guy can't be a cultivator. He's too weak to be a cultivator. It will be like crushing an ant!" Zhang Xuan thought to himself, studying the man's stance. He took a gruff and brawler like stance against Zhang Xuan, one that reminded him of street thugs and hooligans. "Hmph. Y
Zhang Xuan stood over the defeated ruffian, the man looking like a complete mess. "That's what a side character gets!" Zhang Xuan shouted a little too eagerly. "Now you're going to answer some of my questions about Fu Meng, or you're not gonna have a fun time right now."The Ruffian attempted to put up a tough front, acting invulnerable. "If you think I'm gonna talk, you better think about it again-" Immediately, a loud cracking sound could be heard. A sound that any weak villain was very intimately familiar with.It was the sound of the man's arm snapping in two. He loudly screamed in pain, before recomposing himself. "If you think that's going to stop me, and my loyalty to the Meng Family, you better stop-"Another louder sound came out, the sound of his other arm snapping in two."We can either play the game of how many bones I have to break for you to talk. Or you can shut the hell up and talk already." Zhang Xuan gruffly said to the man, who right after complied. "This man will
Zhang Xuan tried to sit down to cultivate, but then immediately stood back up. His mind was too much of a mess, an endless series of negative emotions that hindered his ability to cultivate himself. He was taken back to those feelings he had, the frustrations he felt, the unresolved doubts and anger he had inside of himself.It bothered him and ate at him from the inside, like a worm trying to suck his attention span away. He would try to cultivate and then feel it stop him immediately. Cultivation was a process that was very sensitive, even the slightest interference would make it a great difficulty to preform.Each attempt at cultivation began to feel more and more useless. The more he tried to cultivate, the more pushback he felt from within himself. He was not in the right mind, his head was in the clouds and kept rising further instead of grounding back into reality. He kept seeing even more images of the things that frustrated him in his life."Ugh. Again! Why can't I cultivate,
Zhang Xuan prepared to slap his former manager, grabbing him tightly by the collar of his shirt. His former manager stared at him aghast with fear, shaking and trembling as if ready to beg for mercy right then and there. "You think you could get away with treating me that way huh? You think you could just yell at me and mock me and look down on me!" Zhang Xuan said in a sharp, but also lightly fearful voice.His inner anger was beginning to come out, his mind returning back to that previous headspace. The headspace of when he was the powerless Zhang Xuan. The Zhang Xuan who got bullied by his manager every day almost. The Zhang Xuan who didn't get anything done and didn't achieve anything. Some of his former anxiety flared up, but it wouldn't stop Zhang Xuan from feeling retribution today.The images played back in his head again, of the time Zhang Xuan's manager knocked things over on purpose. Then he forced Zhang Xuan to clean it up in front of the Manager's friends. It was humiliat
Zhang Xuan walked through the streets, as if he were looking for trouble. His mind was now somewhat at ease now that he preformed the beating of the manager's ass. "Hmph. That guy got what was coming to him, that's what he gets for messing with me. I bet he didn't see that coming." The cash from his manager's wallet felt so good.All those years of being bullied by him, all of those months of him mistreating and humiliating him at the convenience store for other people's enjoyment. Zhang Xuan felt as if a burden was released inside of him. But it didn't feel done yet. He thought to himself about everything that was happening. Zhang Xuan may have developed cultivator strength, but he had not developed physical power in society. He had the power in his fists, but was still known as a loser boy who did nothing but read manhua's all day!"I have to change my reputation! How can I be a cultivator and still stuck as a side character!?" His insecurity began to well up inside of him again. A