The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

Su Yanhan collapsed to the ground, his whole body trembling.

It's not because of pain.

Although his wrist was broken, his face was swollen, and his internal organs were churning from the impact of that knee strike.

But what truly made him tremble was fear.

A fear that runs deep in your bones.

He raised his head and looked at Chen Xuan standing in front of him.

The young man in white stood there, calm and his clothes spotless, as if the one-sided crushing defeat he had just witnessed was nothing more than swatting a fly.

"You.......you......."

Su Yanhan opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sound.

He wanted to ask, how could you be so strong?

You were in a coma for five years, you only woke up less than a month ago, and you... you always barely won against me by a move or two when we sparred at the Taoist temple.

But now?

one move.

No, it can't even be considered a technique.

It's about raising your hand, grabbing his fist, breaking his wrist, slapping him, and then delivering a knee strike.

The entire process took less than three breaths.

He collapsed to the ground.

Like a dead dog.

"impossible......."

Su Yanhan muttered to himself, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded, "This is impossible... You've been in a coma for five years... How could this be..."

He couldn't figure it out.

I really can't understand it.

Over the past five years, he has cultivated with all his might, endured countless hardships, and experienced countless life-and-death battles, finally achieving his current late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation level.

He thought he had far surpassed his fellow disciples in the Taoist temple who were still stuck in their dilapidated place.

But the result?

He was beaten to the ground by Chen Xuan like a dog.

"In a coma for five years?"

Chen Xuan looked down at him, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at something insignificant. "Who told you that you can't cultivate while unconscious?"

Su Yanhan was stunned.

Even in a coma... one can cultivate?

"you......."

He wanted to say something, but he saw that Chen Xuan had already turned around and was walking towards the Taoist temple.

"etc!"

Su Yanhan struggled to get up, "Chen Xuan! You......."

You are not welcome here.

Chen Xuan stopped in his tracks, without turning around, and simply said, "Go down the mountain immediately."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable indifference.

"otherwise......."

Chen Xuan slowly turned his head and glanced at Su Yanhan.

There was no emotion in those eyes, only an almost indifferent warning.

"Break their legs."

Three words.

Three light and airy words.

This made Su Yanhan tremble, and he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He had no doubt that if he said another word, Chen Xuan would really break his legs.

It was as easy as breaking his wrist.

After Chen Xuan finished speaking, he stopped looking at him, stepped over the threshold, and entered the Taoist temple.

The dilapidated wooden door slowly closed behind him.

"Bang."

The dull slam of the door closing was like a heavy hammer blow to Su Yanhan's heart.

He collapsed to the ground, staring at the tightly closed wooden door, a surge of indescribable humiliation and anger rising in his chest.

On what grounds?

Why is it that after five years of hard work cultivating, he can't even get through the door when he comes back?

Why is it that Chen Xuan, who was in a coma for five years, is so much stronger than him after waking up?

Why should I?!

He clutched his broken wrist, his face ashen, but his eyes were filled with resentment and malice.

He was not reconciled.

He doesn't agree!

But just then—

"Squeak."

The wooden door opened again.

But this time it wasn't Chen Xuan who came out, but Lu Yao.

The junior sister was carrying a tattered burlap sack. She walked to the threshold, didn't even glance at Su Yanhan, and threw the sack away.

The burlap sack landed on the bluestone steps with a dull thud.

The bag opened, and the contents rolled out.

Several faded Taoist robes, a yellowed Taoist scripture, a chipped ceramic bowl, and a few rusted copper coins.

These are all things that Su Yanhan left behind at the Taoist temple.

It's worthless, you could even call it junk.

But those were traces of his past life in this Taoist temple.

"Your things."

Lu Yao looked at him coldly, her voice devoid of any warmth, "I'll give it all back to you."

After saying that, she turned and left.

"etc!"

Su Yanhan suddenly spoke up, "Junior Sister! Are you really that heartless?"

Lu Yao stopped walking, but did not turn around.

"Heartless?"

Her voice was soft, yet chillingly cold: "Five years ago, when you took the valuables and left the Taoist temple, why didn't you admit to being heartless?"

"Your master just died, his body is barely cold, and you're already in a hurry to take the money and leave. Why didn't you admit to being heartless then?"

She paused, then continued:

"Now you've come back not to visit us, but to show off, to prove you're doing better than us."

"Su Yanhan, do you even deserve to be the senior disciple?"

After saying that, she didn't linger and walked into the Taoist temple.

Just then, the door suddenly opened again, and there was Lu Yao.

She actually waved to the two strangers: "Xiaoman, Sister Li, are you still standing outside? Come in quickly."

"Okay, okay."

Lin Xiaoman pulled Ye Li along and quickly went inside.

Before going in, I made a point of looking out.

"Hey, Sister Li, look at him! He looks so disheveled."

"Oh, he only has himself to blame. What a clown."

Done.

The wooden door closed again.

This time, it wasn't opened.

Su Yanhan's face was ashen, dark and gloomy, almost as if it were frozen solid.

Outsiders can freely enter the Taoist temple, yet he, the senior disciple of Xianyun Temple, was actually driven out...

Standing at the bottom of the bluestone steps, looking at the pile of rubble on the ground and the tightly closed wooden door, I felt as if something was blocking my chest, making it hard to breathe.

He wanted to say something, but found himself unable to say anything at all.

He stared intently at the wooden door for a very long time.

Then, he slowly bent down and picked up the sack from the ground with his intact left hand.

He didn't say anything more.

He simply turned around and walked down the mountain, step by step.

His back looked disheveled, and his steps were unsteady.

The stone steps were now a mess.

He will come back, and he will definitely make Chen Xuan regret it!

Inside the Taoist temple, Lin Xiaoman, seemingly oblivious to the fact that breakfast hadn't been finished, went to the kitchen to get some bowls and chopsticks as if they were old friends.

Incidentally, she was also very considerate and peeled Chen Xuan's eggs for him.

Then, he sat down and happily ate with Chen Xuan.

Such a scene made Ye Li's forehead crease with annoyance. Only Chen Xuan didn't care about status; otherwise, how could Lin Xiaoman even be allowed to sit at the table for a meal?

"By the way, Sister Yao, you don't acknowledge Su Yanhan as your senior brother?"

Lu Yao nodded seriously: "Yes, he doesn't deserve it."

Lin Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief: "Then things will be much easier for Lingxiao."

Lu Yao cast a curious glance at her: "What?"

"Well, it's about negotiating a cooperation. We originally thought he was your senior brother, and out of respect for you, we were all prepared to agree to the deal unconditionally."

"Now, we must have a serious talk with the Lingyuan Sect, and show no mercy."