Jayson stood in awe as he watched them effortlessly float mid-air, their abilities captivating him. He remained rooted to the ground, several meters away, filled with admiration. "Step forward; we have no intention of harming you. Despite you now being crippled, you were once the genius of this sect," an elderly voice resonated from the old man seated in the center, suspended in mid-air. Jayson couldn't fathom why he was referred to as a cripple, considering he could still walk and run. Nevertheless, he cautiously took a step forward and positioned himself before the group of elders. "First Elder, he is now crippled; his Dantian is shattered. He is unworthy of the sect maiden; a cripple cannot represent our sect," declared an elder with a tone of rigidness, casting a disdainful glance at Jayson. Even Jayson, bewildered by the situation, was taken aback by the elder's intense animosity towards him. Another elder chimed in, "The Second Elder is right; Jayson is no longer the prodigy
Jayson gazed up at the sky and saw a young man soaring towards him on a flying sword. The youth's face was twisted with anger, giving him a menacing appearance that seemed capable of devouring Jayson whole. "Merely a single hand is enough to defeat worthless trash like you," Jayson fearlessly declared, his gaze locked on the youth perched on the flying sword. The youth glared at Jayson, his anger evident. He let out a mocking laugh and replied, "Very well, a cripple dares to make such a claim. Do you accept my challenge to a duel on the retribution platform?" Without hesitation, Jayson immediately responded, "Certainly. I hope you won't be overcome with fear when the time comes." Angel's face turned pale with shock. She hadn't anticipated her master's impulsive nature, being goaded into a fight. He was no longer the formidable and feared master of old, but a cripple. She worried for his well-being. Nifa's cold snort echoed through the air, "Enjoy your days; you will die a few days
Jayson followed Angel as she led him to the dining hall. As he entered, he couldn't help but be amazed by its sheer size. The tables were neatly arranged, and the environment was immaculate. The surrounding trees added a touch of freshness, and a gentle mist hovered over the roof, creating a serene atmosphere. Lost in his admiration, Jayson suddenly felt a strong push from behind. Caught off guard, he stumbled forward and crashed into a nearby table, eventually landing on the floor with a thud. Laughter erupted from somewhere in the hall, echoing loudly. Groaning in pain, Jayson had reached his limit with people attacking him without cause. Lying on the floor, he tapped into his inner strength and transformed into the sect master. With a swift motion, he unleashed a powerful palm strike. Boom! The force of his strike shattered the table into countless pieces and sent the four individuals who had pushed him flying backward, crashing into the wall with a resounding thud. The impact w
Jayson's words carried an air of superiority and dominance, provoking extreme anger among the disciples who heard them. Even the last disciple whom Jayson reprimanded couldn't contain his fury and erupted, "Fine! I bet one hundred thousand North Continent coins!"Being new to the world, Jayson was unfamiliar with the value of the disciple's wager, leaving him unsure of how to respond. The crowd, filled with people who now despised Jayson more than their own enemies, eagerly joined in the excitement. Within no time, over sixty disciples had placed bets for the upcoming battle on the platform.Anegl's face paled as she witnessed the crowd ganging up against Jayson. In the past, she wouldn't have worried because her master had the ability to handle them all. However, now that her master had lost all his cultivation, she felt a deep sense of concern."What will you wager if you lose?" one of the disciples stepped forward and asked, folding his arms defiantly.Jayson glanced at him casuall
Jayson turned to the next page, his face contorting with disgust at the sight of the next cultivator."He's incredibly ugly," Jayson muttered, quickly flipping to another page after stifling a yawn as he summarized the cultivator's history. Page after page, he mercilessly criticized each cultivator, dismissing them as useless and incapable of making any significant impact, despite their inclusion in the history book.But then his eyes lit up as he came across the section on "Lord Monkey." "Now this is interesting," Jayson thought to himself, his excitement evident. Lord Monkey was renowned for his unparalleled skill in escaping. He had evaded capture even when besieged by seven powerful saints. "This is the perfect choice for an escape," Jayson exclaimed, his gaze fixed intently on the drawing of Lord Monkey in the history book. As Jayson engraved the image into his mind, he turned to the next page and regarded the cultivator with disdain. "Useless," he commented before swiftly fl
The Monkey Lord, confident in his superior cultivation, effortlessly evaded detection by the divine senses sweeping across the sect. With a nonchalant sniff, he muttered, "Um..." before directing his gaze towards the palace. Swiftly, he took flight, skillfully manoeuvring through the air and slipping inside through an open window.Once inside, he scanned the surroundings with purpose, until his eyes settled upon a long dining table adorned with a lavish spread of food and drinks. Roasted and fried chickens, tantalizing spices, and an array of vegetables adorned the table, creating a magnificent feast fit for royalty.A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of the Monkey Lord's lips as he heard Jayson from the sea of his consciousness expressing his overwhelming desire for the sumptuous meal. "Take them all," Jayson urged, "clear the table—I want it all!"In the sea of his consciousness, Jayson's figurine watched in awe and trepidation as the Monkey Lord elegantly waved his hand, caus
The sect disciples collectively gasped, fully aware of the terrifying power of the chaotic fire in the sect's secret chamber. The mere thought of one's soul being subjected to eternal torment amidst those flames was enough to send shivers down their spines.Observing the fear he had instilled in them, the second elder's voice turned cold as he issued a demand, "Examine your surroundings and identify those who are absent."A murmur swept through the disciples as they scanned the area, desperately searching for any signs of missing individuals."Second Elder," Hussain's voice boomed across the courtyard, "Jayson and Angel—the young girl who accompanies him—are the only ones not present."Disgust twisted the second elder's features upon hearing this report, and he dismissively waved Hussain away. A crippled person stood no chance of executing a theft right under the watchful eyes of the sect's elders."The rest of you," the second elder commanded, "conduct a thorough search of the sect g
The Ascension World was plunged into sudden darkness, as if an impending apocalypse was about to befall it. Ancient phantom images of colossal beasts materialized in the sky, encircling the realm with an ominous presence.A fierce gale roared, its howling reverberating through the air, while lightning streaked across the heavens, followed by deafening thunderclaps. The cataclysmic display unfolding above caught the attention of numerous formidable cultivators, who sensed the imminent danger.An elderly man, the Sect Master, stood resolute, his gaze fixated on the darkened sky. Behind him, a swordsman knelt in reverence, addressing him cautiously."Sect Master," the swordsman spoke, his voice tinged with urgency. "Shall I assemble a team to investigate the disturbances occurring in the North Continent?"Without turning to look at the swordsman, the Sect Master issued his command."Yes," he replied, his voice steady yet filled with determination. "Gather a group of capable individuals a