Aside from his life, Lu Hengge had returned everything he once possessed.
Over twenty years ago, Lu Hengge had held Lu Sheng’s hand and arrived at the Three Thousand Dao Sect, staring blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings. Now, more than two decades later, Lu Hengge crushed his own golden Nascent Soul with his own hands, his aura as a cultivator vanished completely, returning to the state of an ordinary person.
Lu Hengge didn’t feel regret. Instead, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
Crack.
A faint sound echoed from within his body.
Some kind of shackle inside him shattered instantly.
Rebirth begins now!
Only today do I truly understand who I am!
In that instant, Lu Hengge’s state of mind reached enlightenment. Countless techniques he had practiced flashed through his mind, and the once obscure cultivation technique runes now became clear and simple.
“This should’ve been done long ago,” Lu Hengge sighed internally.
If he had done this earlier, perhaps he would have become immortal long before the great battle over the Heaven and Earth Furnace.
Compared to Lu Hengge’s peace and ease, everyone in the great hall looked at him like he was a monster. Their eyes were filled with shock and utter confusion.
Nascent Soul Realm cultivation!
A golden Nascent Soul born from a Holy Son’s sacred Dao body!
He just gave it up?
Was the Holy Son always this willful?
No one could believe what they were seeing, but the spiritual Qi still scattering throughout the hall proved that Lu Hengge had indeed crushed his Nascent Soul.
At this moment, Lu Hengge had become a mortal.
“Outrageous!”
“How dare you!”
Lin Xing panicked.
Since becoming the Hall of Justice master of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, this was the first time his heart surged with such overwhelming emotion. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Lu Hengge, his thin, withered hand gripping Lu Hengge’s wrist tightly. After a brief spiritual Qi probe, his expression grew darker.
A catastrophe had occurred!
Cold sweat appeared on Lin Xing’s forehead.
This was never his intention.
If he had known that Lu Sheng would recklessly blurt out something out of anger, he wouldn’t have asked her opinion in the first place. It would’ve been better to just throw Lu Hengge into the Sword Prison directly.
With Lu Hengge’s talent, even if he lost a hundred years of cultivation, with some effort afterward, he could still return as one of the sect’s top geniuses. At most, the position of Holy Son would be unstable.
But now?
Because of one angry remark from Lu Sheng, Lu Hengge destroyed his cultivation with his own hands.
Over twenty years of bitter cultivation vanished into nothing.
And that wasn’t the worst of it.
Just now, when Lin Xing examined Lu Hengge’s body with spiritual Qi, he found that the Nascent Soul had been shattered, the meridians severed, and not a single bone remained intact. Re-cultivating would be extremely difficult. For the rest of his life, Lu Hengge might remain a mortal.
A Holy Son had become a cripple.
What would he say to the sect master once they exited seclusion?
In terms of punishments, Lin Xing could go against the sect master’s face. But Lu Hengge was the Holy Son, the one with the greatest potential to lead the Three Thousand Dao Sect to glory. For such a genius to cripple himself while under the custody of the Hall of Justice—how could he possibly explain this?
“To the Pill Hall!”
“Elder Yao must find a way to rebuild your Nascent Soul!”
Lin Xing no longer cared about anything else. He grabbed Lu Hengge, intending to leave.
Lu Hengge’s calm voice echoed, “Elder Lin, it seems you’ve forgotten something. My alchemy skills are no weaker than Elder Yao’s.”
Hearing this, Lin Xing’s eyes lit up.
Right! Lu Hengge specialized in the Dao of medicine. Many of the pills used in the Pill Hall had been refined by Lu Hengge himself. As for Elder Yao, the Pill Hall master, he had barely refined pills in recent years, leaving most of the work to Lu Hengge.
“Holy Son, quickly refine a pill!” Lin Xing urged.
Lu Hengge gave a cold laugh, “Elder Lin, I’ve studied the Dao of medicine for over twenty years. I’ve never heard of any pill that can rebuild a Nascent Soul. If you have a pill recipe, why don’t you show me so I can broaden my horizons?”
Lin Xing’s gaze turned icy, and he tightened his grip on Lu Hengge’s wrist slightly, “Is there truly no such pill? Or do you just not want to refine it?”
Though angry, Lin Xing restrained himself.
Otherwise, with Lu Hengge’s current state, even the slightest aura from him could crush him.
“If you don’t believe me, go ask Elder Yao.” Lu Hengge’s eyes were ice-cold.
Old bastard… quite the strength you’ve got there.
Once I start cultivating again, I’ll turn you into a human puppet. That strength of yours won’t go to waste.
Just then, Lu Sheng finally came back to her senses. Her cold and beautiful face was now filled with panic. She flashed to Lu Hengge’s side, “Impossible, Hengge couldn’t have destroyed his own cultivation!”
Lin Xing, already furious, heard Lu Sheng’s whining and couldn’t help but shout, “If not for you, would Lu Hengge have destroyed his cultivation? You call yourself a master? You’re trash! When the sect master comes out, let’s see how you explain this!”
Lu Sheng didn’t even register his words. She reached out to grab Lu Hengge.
Lu Hengge frowned slightly, his expression showing obvious disgust.
“Don’t touch me. Disgusting.”
He spoke, freezing Lu Sheng’s hand midair.
Looking up, Lu Sheng met a pair of eyes filled with loathing and coldness.
In that instant, Lu Sheng felt a sharp pain in her heart.
This wasn’t how things were supposed to be!
She… had only spoken in anger!
She just wanted Lu Hengge to bow his head and say something soft. She never imagined things would end up like this, so hard to fix.
Lin Xing also found Lu Sheng repulsive. When Qiu Liu and Ye Feng had made mistakes, she defended them in every way, even offering rare treasures to lessen their punishment. But now that it was Lu Hengge, as a master, she was utterly heartless.
A master who doesn’t protect their disciple—why even take on a disciple in the first place?
Oh, wait.
Lu Sheng wasn’t heartless toward all disciples, just toward Lu Hengge.
Among everyone present, the happiest was Ye Feng.
He never imagined that a single angry remark from Lu Sheng would cause Lu Hengge to destroy his cultivation. He thought he’d have to wait another hundred years before becoming Holy Son, but now it was practically within reach.
At this moment, Ye Feng couldn’t suppress the smile at the corners of his mouth.
Only because of Qiu Liu beside him did he hide his glee, not daring to show it too openly.
“Lu Hengge, so this is all you are.”
“You destroyed your cultivation over a woman’s words? You’re not worthy of being my opponent.”
“The position of Holy Son in the Three Thousand Dao Sect is even easier than I thought.”
Ye Feng was ecstatic. His gaze toward Lu Hengge was filled with contempt. A woman is nothing more than a plaything.
In Ye Feng’s mind, a woman only had value in bed. Especially for cultivators, they should understand how fickle human emotions are. Otherwise, how could one become immortal?
In terms of talent, Ye Feng couldn’t compare to Lu Hengge.
But when it came to mindset, Ye Feng was far more decisive than Lu Hengge.
In this regard, even Lu Hengge admitted inferiority.
But when he looked at Ye Feng, Lu Hengge’s gaze was full of pity. In his previous life, despite his many attachments and burdens, he still managed to suppress Ye Feng in cultivation. In this life, with all ties severed and full focus on cultivation, did Ye Feng really still deserve to stand before him and boast?
What a pity.
Ye Feng couldn’t see it.
That was his greatest shortcoming.
“Send me to the Sword Prison,” Lu Hengge said.
He couldn’t wait to begin cultivating anew.
Starting from scratch might not be a bad thing.
In his past life, Lu Hengge reached the peak of this world not only because of his extraordinary talent, but also due to countless fortunate encounters and the creation of a supreme technique—the Scripture of Gazing Upon Immortality.
With this scripture, what did it matter if he discarded his worthless Nascent Soul Realm cultivation?
Give him one year.
The Nascent Soul Realm would be nothing.