One Time Travel Is Enough

The three-year deadline has passed. Why hasn't this waste been expelled from the sect? Li Xiaoyao, the once-in-a-century useless talent of Xuantian Sect, ranks last in cultivation. During the sect competition, Chu Ling sends him flying with a single sword strike. Everyone is about to leave when he crawls out of the pit, coughing blood, with a chilling smile. 'You can hit me, but do you know how vengeful I am?' As he speaks, he casually draws a rusty sword that no one could recognize. Instantly, sword aura surges into the sky! Three thousand swords fly in the air, bowing to him. Ten thousand swords pay homage! Amidst the dead silence below the stage, Li Xiaoyao wipes the blood from his mouth and pulls out a crumpled notebook from his bosom. 'Aunt Liu, you've skimped on my food 102 times in three years. Senior Brother Zhang, you've called me a waste 274 times. And you,' he looks up at the terrified Chu Ling, 'Senior Brother Chu, that sword strike really hurt! So... how shall we settle this score?'