Chapter 133: This Pressure, Full Marks

In the Holy Sect, a place of birdsong and floral fragrance.

This place was remote from the bustling center of the Holy Sect, tucked away in a corner. Beneath the steep cliffs, surging waves crashed against the rock face.

Facing the sea, with spring blossoms blooming.

This was a place to nurture one's spirit, allowing one to forget pain, return to nature, and hold fast to one's true heart.

But at this moment, atop the peak, a young man faced the sea. The gentle sea breeze lifted strands of his long hair, and his resolute face was now haggard.

His eyes, once full of spirit, gradually grew dim and lusterless, filled with unwillingness.

"Ah..."

The young man faced the sea, roaring up to the sky, venting the unwillingness in his heart.

The sound of waves crashing against the cliffs seemed to echo his cries.

The young man knelt on the ground, his hands gripping the earth tightly. From the force, traces of blood seeped from his fingers.

"A cripple, after all, is still a cripple. Even a stone can bully me." This young man was Tianyu, the inner disciple whose foundation had been destroyed by a blow from a favored son of another sect during the last forbidden ground trial, when he tried to save his senior brother.

Tianyu pounded the ground in frustration, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Although the sect had not given up on him, he could not get past his own mental block.

His senior brothers still treated him well, but he could not bear such a blow.

Once a lofty inner sect genius disciple, he had suddenly become a powerless waste. Whenever he saw the disciples who once looked up to him, he could see a hint of pity in their eyes.

They were pitying him.

"No..." Tianyu roared to the sky. He needed no pity. He wanted his foundation restored, even if it cost him everything.

Where there is hope, there is a future. One day, he would return to the peak.

But now, reduced to a cripple, he did not even have a shred of hope.

"Young man, your emotions are intense." Just then, a voice came leisurely from afar.

"Who?" Tianyu turned his head sharply, his expression fierce.

Lin Fan had come down from Jialan Peak, enjoying the company of many beauties. When he caught the scent of sea breeze, he headed this way.

But when he arrived, he saw a disciple venting his emotions, the aura of unwillingness permeating the entire scene.

Standing there, Lin Fan could feel it deeply.

"Are you here to pity me? Get lost! I, Tianyu, need no one's pity..." Tianyu's emotions were extremely volatile, and he roared at Lin Fan with a ferocious expression.

At this moment, Tianyu did not want to see anyone, nor did he want anyone to pity him.

He was a strong man, not a weakling.

"Your foundation is destroyed. If you were given another chance, would you still save your senior brother?" Lin Fan now recognized who this person was.

That day on the ark, the disciple carried down was him.

According to rumors, the forbidden ground trial had suffered heavy losses, and an inner sect prodigy's foundation was destroyed, beyond the sect's ability to save.

For anyone, to have been lofty and then suddenly fall from heaven to hell with no hope of recovery was unbearable.

Not to mention this young prodigy before him.

Having experienced various brutal battles but never the feeling of falling into hell, now tasting it, he naturally could not snap out of it.

"Who are you? Get out of here now!" Tianyu's emotions were in turmoil; he could not listen to any words.

As Lin Fan walked over, he saw this fellow and had the system scan him.

He had to admit that this was a genius.

The cultivation level floating on his forehead suggested that if things went smoothly, his future would be limitless.

But behind that cultivation level, there was another character.

That was...

"Destroyed."

"Will you save me?" Lin Fan asked again, ignoring his anger.

At this moment, Tianyu let out a cold, bitter laugh, as if mocking himself.

"Save you? Why not? That's the answer you wanted. Now get lost." Tianyu suddenly lifted his head, his eyes blazing with a beastly ferocity. He didn't want to see anyone now.

He didn't want to see the pity in their eyes.

Lin Fan's usual playful grin had vanished, replaced by a grave seriousness. He looked at Tianyu like a transcendent master, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow, yet shimmering with a divine light that seemed to pierce through everything, straight into Tianyu's heart.

"How about I tell you a story?" Lin Fan spoke slowly.

Tianyu bowed his head in silence, ignoring the man before him. He lay slumped like a pile of mud, his eyes vacant, staring into the distance as if pondering why he was still alive.

"Legend has it that in the vast wilderness, within the Cangmang Mountains, there was a village called Stone Village. In that village lived a youth named Shi Hao..."

Lin Fan's voice was low and steady as he narrated another tale of inspiration.

Since leaving the Tianfu Academy, Lin Fan had rarely told such stories. Now, seeing this crippled disciple, he felt it necessary to save him.

Most importantly, he wanted to take him under his wing and make him his third flute-playing boy, to serve at his beck and call.

Supreme bone, talent unmatched in the universe—truly a favored son of heaven.

Tianyu initially didn't want to listen, but now he lay there silently, a faint glimmer flickering in his eyes.

From initial refusal, he gradually began to listen.

When he heard about the supreme bone being taken by his clan, reducing him to a cripple,

his emotions began to stir.

Concision is the soul of wit. Lin Fan's specialty in dishing out inspiration was never to ramble, but to cut to the chase.

One incense stick's time.

Three incense sticks passed.

Tianyu seemed immersed in Lin Fan's story, unable to extricate himself. He had been lying limp, but at some point sat up, staring intently at Lin Fan.

"No destruction, no construction. Destruction leads to reconstruction. The supreme bone coalesces anew, reaching the highest realm..."

At this moment, Lin Fan's story was nearing its end.

This time, Lin Fan went all out, deploying his full power as a life mentor. His words, like enchanting sounds, seeped into the heart.

Tianyu was no longer as agitated as before; his emotions gradually calmed. He kept murmuring Lin Fan's final words.

"No destruction, no construction. Destruction leads to reconstruction."

"No destruction, no construction. Destruction leads to reconstruction."

...

At this moment, Tianyu looked at Lin Fan with longing eyes. "Can my foundation be restored like his?"

Lin Fan smiled faintly, his gaze piercing the void as if seeing through layers of illusion. He clasped his hands behind his back, his tone brooking no doubt.

"Before me, nothing is impossible."

...

Tianyu's expression gradually changed. "Please help me, senior."

...

Lin Fan smiled faintly, then laughed heartily. He tossed over a 'Great Mortal Pill.' "I give you this pill. It will restore your confidence. Remember, I am Lin Fan, the Sect Master of the Saint Demon Sect on Nameless Peak. Take it, and then decide whether to come to me."

...

He came mysteriously and left with ease.

His posture of flicking his sleeve without taking a single cloud deeply impressed Tianyu, planting a seed waiting to sprout.

Tianyu gazed at the pill in his hand, clenched it tightly, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

"No destruction, no construction. Destruction leads to reconstruction."

I will surely return to my peak and walk the path of the summit again.

Nameless Peak, Saint Demon Sect...

On the way back, Lin Fan smiled calmly. This act? Perfect score.