Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Take you to the Great Universe...

Listening to the woman's words, this seemingly kind proposal sounded more piercing to Yun Tianji's ears than all the previous ridicule and disdain!

The Immortal Venerable didn't even give him the qualification to guard the path, yet now proposes to have him serve at her side!

What is this? Pity? Charity?

As if Yun Tianji's destiny has already been determined, his future, his everything, seems to rest only on the whims of these high and mighty people.

Yun Tianji's body trembled slightly, the humiliation that was about to burst through his chest almost ignited the long-suppressed fire of resentment in his heart.

He suddenly raised his head, and those eyes that had been lowered now filled with bloodshot lines.

The entire private room fell silent for a moment, with everyone's gaze converging on Yun Tianji.

The young man playing with the glass wine cup lost all traces of mockery in his eyes, replaced by a cold scrutiny. He straightened his back from the snow-furred beast skin chair, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze like a snake's tongue fell on Yun Tianji.

The man dressed in a dark outfit beside him also set down his wine cup, leaning forward slightly, his eyes sharp as knives, carrying an unhidden sense of threat and oppression.

The other clan youths no longer wore their mocking expressions.

Some frowned, some flashed a trace of disgust in their eyes, while others were just here for entertainment, watching with growing interest and indifference as if observing a caged beast.

In the private room, it was deathly silent.

Yun Tianji's bloodshot eyes silently confronted the surrounding cold, mocking, and even threatening gazes.

The air was as heavy as solidified lead, and every breath seemed to carry a tearing pain, the humiliation and resentment boiling like wild magma, scorching his organs and almost bursting through his throat.

When Grandpa was still alive, how could these people behave like this!

At this moment, he only wanted to overturn the table and question them on what grounds!

On what grounds do they belittle him, and on what grounds do they dare decide his fate!

But these roars were forcibly suppressed by the last shred of reason, all the sounds were swallowed back, leaving only his heavy breathing resounding harshly in the deathly silent room.

Time seemed endlessly stretched in the silent confrontation. Every second felt like being tortured on a scorching knife edge.

After a while.

Under the mocking or impatient gazes of everyone, Yun Tianji slowly turned his head towards the woman who spoke earlier, and slightly nodded:

"Thank you, Sister Ziyuan."

His voice was slightly hoarse, his face appeared somewhat pale, and the bloodshot in his eyes gradually faded, while the burning anger turned into a cold pool, all emotions vanished, leaving only calmness.

"I will remember this kindness."

The woman froze for a moment, then let out a light scoff:

"Tsk, boring."

As Yun Tianji's words fell, the interest on the faces of most of the clan youths completely disappeared, replaced by undisguised disappointment and utter disinterest.

"Tch, Grandpa really had a bad eye, calling this coward a dragon among men."

"Lost interest, thought we could see a good show."

Merciless low sneers sounded again.

They all shifted their gazes away, as if lingering on Yun Tianji was bad luck, picking up their wine cups again to discuss interesting things encountered in the Lower Realm, completely ignoring Yun Tianji in the corner.

The young man sitting in the main seat slightly narrowed his eyes, and when Yun Tianji's expression returned to calm, his hand holding the wine cup paused almost imperceptibly.

He slowly put down the wine cup, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the smooth cup wall, scrutinizing the thin young man who seemed to have retracted himself into the shadows, with a slight ripple in his heart.

The fall from the cloud into the dirt is not something an ordinary person can endure.

Yet Yun Tianji, able to bend and stretch, had learned to bow within a short few days.

This exiled outsider might be far more dangerous than anyone imagined.

At this moment, in his eyes, Yun Tianji finally had a few sparks of capital to truly grow strong.

To all this, Yun Tianji seemed unaware, his head lowered with scattered hair covering his eyes.

In that moment, he had already figured it out.

His enemies were not these clan youths before him, but the Sun-Eroding Cry.

The Ancestor of Martial Arts who held a tenth of the Heavenly Fate of the Great Universe.

And his path now lay under his feet, in this Nine Heavens and Four Seas viewed as a muddy swamp by those few ahead.

Now, all he had to do was become stronger, strong enough to shatter this damned clan shackle, strong enough to make all who belittled him and trampled on him pay the price!

Strong enough to personally kill the Sun-Eroding Cry and reclaim Grandpa's head!

Numerous thoughts, like wild grass, grew madly, all buried in his eyes, no longer causing any ripples.

"Meng Han, are you participating in this auction?"

Someone suddenly spoke, and everyone's gaze gathered on the man sitting at the head.

"It's just an Eighth Rank Top Level Immortal Scripture, even if there aren't a thousand in my Xu Clan, there are eight hundred—what's the use?"

Xu Menghan shook his head slightly, moved his gaze away from Yun Tianji, and said indifferently:

"For this trip to the Lower Realm, I just want to find a few followers with decent talents on the way to make things more convenient later."

"Now, the top sects and families of the Nine Heavens and Four Seas have already gathered most of the outstanding talents in Wanliu City. I believe there will be some to your liking."