A fragrant, bird-song filled haven within the Saint Sect.
This place, remote and far from the bustling heart of the Saint Sect, lay secluded at the edge of the sect’s domain. Beneath steep, towering cliffs surged endless waves crashing against the rocks.
Facing the sea, with spring blossoms in bloom.
This was a place of healing, a sanctuary where one could forget pain, return to nature, and hold fast to one’s true self.
Yet now, atop the cliffs, a young man stood facing the sea. A gentle breeze lifted strands of his long hair, revealing a face that, though once strong and resolute, now bore the marks of exhaustion.
His eyes, once bright and spirited, were gradually dimming, filled with bitterness and unwillingness.
“Ahhh…”
Facing the sea, the boy raised his head and roared toward the sky, venting his inner resentment.
The sound of waves crashing against the cliffs seemed to echo his cry.
The boy fell to his knees, his hands clutching the earth, fingers digging into the ground until blood seeped through.
“A useless wretch, always a useless wretch. Even a stone dares to mock me.” The boy was Tianyu, a disciple of the sect who had once been a prodigy, but had his cultivation base destroyed by a genius from another sect while saving his senior brother during a trial in the forbidden grounds.
Tianyu pounded the ground in frustration, tears streaming down his face.
Although the sect had not abandoned him, he could not forgive himself.
His senior brothers still treated him kindly, but he could no longer bear the weight of this blow.
Once a celebrated genius among inner disciples, he had suddenly fallen into a state of utter weakness, a helpless cripple. Every time he saw those who once looked up to him, he saw pity in their eyes.
They pitied him.
“No…!” Tianyu howled to the heavens. He needed no pity—he longed to restore his cultivation base, no matter the cost.
Where there is hope, there is a future. One day, he would rise again to the peak.
But now, he was a broken man, with not even a glimmer of hope.
“You carry intense emotions, young one.” Suddenly, a calm voice drifted from afar.
“Who’s there?” Tianyu turned his head sharply.
Lin Fan had descended from the Blue Lotus Peak, enjoying the company of blooming flowers, when he caught the scent of the sea breeze and made his way here.
Upon arriving, he saw a disciple pouring out his heart in anguish, the bitterness in the air palpable.
Standing there, Lin Fan could feel it deeply.
“Have you come to pity me? Get lost! I, Tianyu, need no one’s pity!” Tianyu shouted, his emotions in turmoil, his expression fierce.
At this moment, he neither wanted to see anyone nor accept anyone’s sympathy.
He was a warrior, not a weakling.
“Your foundation was destroyed. If given another chance, would you still save your senior brother?” Lin Fan, now recognizing who stood before him, spoke.
He had seen this person before, carried off the boat that day—the same disciple whose cultivation base had been shattered during the forbidden ground trial, a loss the sect could not remedy.
To anyone, falling from the heights of glory into the abyss of ruin, with no hope of rising again, would be unbearable.
Even more so for a young genius like him.
Having experienced brutal battles, yet never truly tasting the despair of falling into hell, it was only natural that he could not yet awaken.
“Who exactly are you? Get out of here now!” Tianyu, already emotionally unstable, could not hear a word.
As Lin Fan approached, he had the system scan the boy.
He couldn’t help but admit—this was a genius.
The cultivation mark floating above his brow suggested a limitless future, had things gone smoothly.
But behind that mark was another word:
“Ruined.”
“Would you still save him?” Lin Fan asked again, ignoring the boy’s anger.
Tianyu let out a bitter laugh, almost mocking himself.
“Save him? Of course I would. Is that the answer you wanted? Now get lost!” He raised his head sharply, his eyes blazing with a beast-like ferocity. He wanted to see no one now.
He could no longer bear the pity in their eyes.
Lin Fan, usually wearing a playful smirk, now wore a solemn expression, like a transcendent sage gazing at Tianyu. His eyes were calm, neither sorrowful nor joyful, yet filled with piercing clarity, as if peering straight into Tianyu’s soul.
“Let me tell you a story,” Lin Fan said gently.
Tianyu looked down silently, already forgetting the man before him, like a pile of mud collapsed on the ground, staring blankly into the distance, as if pondering what purpose he had left in life.
“Legend has it that in the vast wilderness, deep within the Cangmang Mountains, there was a village called Stone Village. In that village lived a boy named Shi Hao…”
Lin Fan’s voice was low and steady, weaving a tale of inspiration.
Since leaving Tianfu Academy, Lin Fan had rarely told such stories. But seeing this broken disciple, he felt compelled to help.
More importantly, he had plans to take this boy as his third flute-playing attendant.
With the Supreme Bone, his talent was unparalleled, a true chosen of heaven.
Tianyu had initially refused to listen, but now lay quietly, his eyes flickering with a faint light.
From rejection, he slowly began to listen.
When he heard how the Supreme Bone had been stolen by his own clan, leaving him a broken man.
His emotions stirred slightly.
Lin Fan’s specialty was delivering powerful inspiration—no unnecessary words, only the most essential parts.
One incense stick burned.
Three passed.
Tianyu seemed completely immersed in Lin Fan’s story, no longer lying down but sitting upright, his eyes locked onto Lin Fan.
“Without breaking, there is no rebirth. Only through destruction can one rebuild. The Supreme Bone was formed anew, reaching the highest realm…”
At this moment, Lin Fan’s story reached its end.
This time, Lin Fan poured his full effort into storytelling, activating his secondary skill as a life mentor. His words, like enchanting melodies, seeped into the heart.
Tianyu was no longer as agitated. His mood gradually calmed, repeating Lin Fan’s final words.
“Without breaking, there is no rebirth. Only through destruction can one rebuild.”
“Without breaking, there is no rebirth. Only through destruction can one rebuild.”
…
At that moment, Tianyu gazed at Lin Fan with longing. “Can my foundation recover like his?”
Lin Fan smiled faintly, his eyes gazing into the void as if seeing through layers of illusion. Hands clasped behind his back, his tone was unwavering.
“To me, there is no such thing as impossible.”
…
Tianyu’s expression slowly changed. “Please, Master, help me.”
…
Lin Fan smiled, then laughed heartily, tossing a pill forward. “This pill is a gift from me, to restore your confidence. Remember, I am Lin Fan, the Saint Devil Sect’s Sect Leader of the Nameless Peak. Take it, and decide whether to seek me out afterward.”
…
Arriving mysteriously, departing gracefully.
That dashing gesture of not taking even a wisp of cloud with him left a deep impression in Tianyu’s heart, planting a seed waiting to sprout.
Tianyu stared at the pill in his hand, gripping it tightly, his eyes filled with determination.
“Without breaking, there is no rebirth. Only through destruction can one rebuild.”
I will surely return to my peak and walk the path to supremacy once again.
The Saint Devil Sect of the Nameless Peak…
As Lin Fan made his way back, he smiled faintly.
This, was a perfect ten out of ten.
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