“Outer disciple Ye Chen, having had his Dantian crippled and thus losing his chance to cultivate into an immortal, is hereby expelled from the Zhengyang Sect. For the rest of his life, he shall not set foot on Zhengyang Mountain.”
In the majestic grand hall, a voice, cold as ice and imbued with absolute authority, like that of a judge, resounded.
Below, Ye Chen stood silently in the grand hall, his complexion as pale as a sheet of white paper. Hearing the cold, merciless voice of the judge, he slowly clenched his fists. Perhaps due to the immense force, his fingernails dug deep into his palms, causing fresh blood to flow out in streams.
His Dantian destroyed, no longer having the chance to cultivate into an immortal. Ye Chen let out a laugh, but it was a desolate one.
Three days ago, he had helped the sect descend the mountain to gather herbs, only to be ambushed by a master from an enemy sect. Despite this, Ye Chen had still tried his best to protect the spiritual herbs, overcoming countless dangers to return to the sect. Now, with his Dantian crippled, he had become nothing more than a cripple.
However, Ye Chen had never imagined that his loyalty would be worth less than a penny in the eyes of these high and mighty individuals. They merely wanted to expel him from the sect as soon as possible, as if he were nothing but discarded trash.
“Still not leaving?” Seeing Ye Chen still standing motionless, an annoyed voice resounded again in the grand hall.
“Your Dantian is already crippled, what’s the point of staying here? The Zhengyang Sect has never kept good-for-nothings.”
“Keeping you for three days was already an act of great mercy.”
Each voice in the grand hall sounded extremely harsh, and to Ye Chen’s ears, they were like needles piercing deep into his heart.
“A sect like this truly disappoints me,” a choked voice, filled with indignation, resounded. Ye Chen left this sentence behind, then quietly turned and departed.
Outside the hall, mountains stretched endlessly, towering ancient trees reached for the sky, spiritual energy was dense, wisps of clouds drifted lazily, and immortal cranes soared across the sky. The peaceful scenery here was truly no different from a celestial realm on earth.
This place was the Zhengyang Sect, an immortal cultivation sect located in the south of Great Chu.
Yet now, everything in Ye Chen’s eyes had turned cold, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
“I told you so, he’d still be expelled from the sect,” disciples of the sect pointed at him as soon as he stepped outside, speaking in mocking tones.
“Ye Chen is truly pitiful. He used to treat us so well. Perhaps we should go see him off.”
“See him off for what? We are immortals. What is he?”
“Today is not like yesterday anymore.”
The sighs and sarcastic laughter resounded, causing Ye Chen to lower his head. He wanted to say something, but the words caught in his throat, as if he had a fishbone stuck there. At this moment, Ye Chen was no different from a criminal despised by the world.
That’s right, he was no longer the Ye Chen of before.
Today’s Ye Chen was no longer a cultivator striving for immortality, but a cripple whose Dantian had been destroyed. His pride and arrogance no longer existed. Facing the cold indifference of the world, he could only silently accept it.
Haha.