He knew that if he made any noise, he would be scolded and beaten even more violently.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to practice. He longs more than anyone else to be able to sense spiritual energy and become a powerful cultivator like his parents and sister.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not feel a trace of spiritual energy.
"Dad, Mom, I, I will try my best..."
Xuan Ji pleaded humbly, his voice trembling with a hint of tears.
"Work hard? That's all you can say! Look at the kid next door, he's the same age as you, and he's already at the third level of Qi Refining! What about you? You're not even at the first level! You're just a piece of crap!"
The mother's sarcastic voice was like a sharp blade, piercing Xuan Ji's heart.
A trace of pain flashed in Xuan Ji's eyes, but he forced himself not to cry.
He silently clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into the flesh, leaving several bloody marks.
He swore that he must practice well and become a powerful monk to make his parents proud of him!
Xuan Ji sat cross-legged, trying hard to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but he could not feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power.
Sweat soaked his clothes, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not change the fact that he was too poorly talented.
His peers began to laugh at him, ridicule him, and say that he was a disgrace to the tribe.
Even his own sister would beat and scold him and humiliate him in various ways.
"You're useless! You've been practicing for so long, and you're only at the first level of Qi Refining! You're not worthy of being my brother!"
His sister's shrill voice echoed in his mind over and over again like a spell.
Xuan Ji felt extremely wronged and angry.
He really tried hard, but his talent was too poor.
Can you blame him for his poor talent?
He went to his parents, hoping that they could help him get justice, but instead of helping him, his parents accused him with a cold look on their faces.
"Who made you so weak? If not you, who else should I bully?
Your sister deserves to hit you. You have too little talent and you won’t be able to practice in the future. You will have to rely on your sister for your whole life!
How dare you come and complain? Go and apologize to your sister right now!"
His parents' words deeply hurt Xuan Ji's heart.
He couldn't believe that the person closest to him would say such a thing.
"No! I'm not a waste..."
Xuan Ji slumped on the ground powerlessly, tears silently streaming down his face, despair overwhelming him like a tide.
At this moment, a tempting voice sounded in his heart.
"Cultivate magic, only power can change everything."
Xuan Ji suddenly looked up, and seeing no one around, he looked suspicious, "Who are you?"
"I am your inner demon."
"No, you're not!"
"Well, if you don't want to admit it, that's fine. How about considering a different way to gain power? If you become powerful, no one will dare to bully you."
Xuan Ji shook his head in horror, rejecting this terrible temptation.
"No, I will never cultivate the devil!"
"Why are you so stubborn? Cultivating magic is just a means to gain power. Your life is still in your hands."
The voice continued to bewitch, describing the various benefits that power brings, respected status, powerful strength, and... free will.
Xuan Ji's heart began to beat violently. According to the description of his inner demon, he seemed to see himself standing above everyone else. All the humiliation and pain he had ever felt disappeared.
Even the usually indifferent parents became much more amiable.
But he still resisted. He was afraid. He was terrified. He didn't dare to take that step.
"I don't want to cultivate demons. Demon cultivators are all extremely vicious and evil people."
Xuan Ji said tremblingly, trying to convince himself and also trying to convince the darkness hidden in his heart.
"Power itself is neither good nor evil; it depends on who wields it."
The voice continued to seduce, "Are you willing to be trampled underfoot for the rest of your life? Don't you want to make those who have humiliated you pay the price?"
Xuan Ji was silent, his heart was struggling violently.
But in the end, he did not succumb to his inner demons.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye Xuan Ji is sixteen years old.
Because his cultivation always remained at the second level of Qi Refining, he was completely abandoned by his family and exiled to a remote mortal area to manage worldly business.
At that moment, Xuan Ji's heart died completely.
He understood that he had no chance of becoming an immortal.
That voice finally appeared again.
"Cultivate the devil, if you continue like this, you will be a low-level cultivator for the rest of your life."
But Xuan Ji still shook his head stubbornly, "The bottom is the bottom, I will never practice magic!"
The voice seemed to have heard some funny joke and laughed wildly.
"Hahaha! How ridiculous! Do you think you still have a choice? You have been abandoned by this world! Only strength can make you stand up again!"
Xuan Ji ignored the ridicule of his inner demon. He forced himself to cheer up and left the world of immortal cultivation.
After going to the mortal world, Xuan Ji did not give up his practice.
He worked hard every day for ten years, accumulating resources bit by bit, practicing, meditating, and never slacking off.
He is like a stubborn stone, silently enduring everything in the wind and rain.
Finally, at the age of twenty-five, he struggled to break through to the third level of Qi Refining in the mortal world where spiritual energy was thin.
At that moment, he was ecstatic, as if he saw the dawn of hope.
However, on the same day, he accidentally heard the shopkeeper say that his sister had already established her foundation and was accepted as a disciple by the Jindan Elder because of her outstanding talent.
Xuan Ji's heart was shocked.
Foundation building and golden elixir, what distant words.
He was only at the third level of Qi Refining, while his sister, who was only one year older than him, had already established her foundation.
Such a huge gap, like the difference between heaven and earth.
The inner demon's voice sounded again, full of sarcasm.
"See? This is the result of your persistence! You've practiced hard for ten years, but you can't compare to what others have achieved in a year! You're such a loser!"
Xuan Ji's heart sank, as if falling into an abyss.
He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, but he felt no pain at all.
After spending a long time calming down, Xuan Ji ignored the sarcasm of his inner demon and continued to diligently take care of things and practice. He only slept for one hour a day and was more diligent than anyone else.
However, there is a hurdle between the third and fourth levels of Qi Refining. The spiritual energy in the mortal world is too meager, and Xuan Ji has earned too few spirit stones. He tried several times to break through, but failed without exception.
In the past few years, he has heard some news one after another.
Many of his peers when he was young have already established their foundation, and the worst is in the late stage of Qi Refining.
Only he was still struggling in the early stages of Qi Refining.
When he was thirty years old, Xuan Ji finally plucked up the courage and decided to ask his family for help.
He wrote a letter to his family, parents and sister, hoping to get some guidance and help.
However, after the message was delivered, he waited day after day but never received any response.
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