After the Bone Digging

On the day his spiritual root was dug out, Lin Yuan thought he was dead. The Qingxuan Sect leader personally ordered his low-grade Xuan-level spiritual root to be cut from his lower back and placed in a jade box for 'someone who could use it.' As his blood nearly ran dry, something awakened in the hollow of his back—not a spiritual root, but something older and more unreasonable. The system called it 'Waste Reform,' a place for those discarded by this world. Lin Yuan touched the hole in his back, looked at the crowd waiting to besiege him at the foot of the mountain, and grinned. If the sect leader wanted to see what grew inside him, then let him see. Let everyone see. From an outer sect handyman of Qingxuan Sect to a heretic hunted by the entire world, from a waste with his spiritual root dug out to a monster that kept the leaders of major sects awake at night—Lin Yuan took less than three years. Three years later, the man who had personally dug out his spiritual root knelt before him, begging him to stop. Lin Yuan crouched down, using the same knife that had dug out his bone to lift the man's chin. 'Didn't you say that trash should know their place? Come on, tell me, who's the trash now?'