C1 (1/2)

The scorching sun was like a blazing flame as the scorching airflow churned in the air, causing the entire land to be steamed. The flowers and plants hung their heads, gathering their branches and leaves, appearing extremely dispirited.

In front of him, there was a plaza formed by dozens of stone platforms. A young man sat cross-legged on a stone platform with a shade of trees. Perhaps the weather was too harsh, and his surroundings were cold.

At this moment, the youth's eyes were closed and his hands were placed on his knees. His five hearts were in the sky as he immersed himself in cultivation.

The youth's body was somewhat thin, his jet-black hair falling at his waist, and his seemingly young and tender face was fair and pretty. His faint eyebrows were slender, yet slightly raised, and his beautiful curves gave off a proud aura, giving people a rather comfortable feeling.

Occasionally, a breeze would blow by, but it did not have a trace of coolness. Instead, it stirred up a warm current, causing one to feel irritable. However, the youngster's expression did not change at all, and his face was filled with seriousness and perseverance.

Not long after, two youths who were also very young walked by. Seeing the youth cultivating on the stone platform, they were slightly stunned for a moment before starting to chat with each other with different expressions on their faces.

”Isn't that the Azure Cloud from the Immortal Yang Spiritual Academy? Tsk tsk, you're still cultivating despite the weather? You're truly amazing!” One of the young men in white clicked his tongue and said with admiration.

”What's there to be proud of? He's just a man without a blood source. No matter how hard he cultivates, isn't he still a waste?” The other youngster said in disdain.

The white-clothed youth shook his head: ”You can't put it that way. After all, he was previously reputed to be a genius that only appears once in a thousand years in the Immortal Yang Spiritual Academy. He was also the only one who managed to enter the 'Blood World' in the past few hundred years.”

”Heh, glory?” The grey-clothed youth sneered and retorted, ”A useless person who hasn't even completed the trial of the 'Blood realm' and has been crippled, is this still considered an honor?”

”Rumor has it that he was secretly harmed by other geniuses. Otherwise, he would have been able to complete the mission.” The white-robed youth frowned.

”So what? Being targeted by others in secret only means that his strength is lacking. There are battles going on everywhere in this world, and those who get eliminated are destined to be weak. ” The grey-clothed youth's tone was even more disdainful.

The youth in white shook his head with a wry smile. He opened his mouth wanting to refute further, but he felt that it was meaningless. Therefore, he stopped arguing with the grey-clothed youth and pulled the latter along as they slowly left the square.

After they left, the youth that sat cross-legged on the stone platform slowly opened his eyes. His gaze looked in the direction that the two had left in. The corner of his mouth slightly curled up into a smile.

He was Cang Yun, the genius in the eyes of the youth in white, the cripple in the eyes of the youth in grey.

The words of the youth in white sounded a little better, and the youth in grey was a little harsher, but it was undeniable that they had a certain truth in their words. The attitude of these two people were the same as what Cang Yun had been treated with in the past two years.

And the cause of all this was precisely one of the words the two youths had mentioned many times in their conversation — the world of blood.