The Rise of the Fallen Prodigy

The rooster crows at dawn and the dew descends in the sky.

A large square has been bustling with a lot of people, and then the first light of dawn can be found, the square is standing all teenagers, there are men and women seem to be very busy.

On the steps in front of the square is a small gazebo like building, but in the gazebo stands a tall stone, the stone is engraved with some esoteric Rune word, vaguely like a streamer flash, very magical.

Beside the stone stood a thin, middle-aged man in fine clothes, his hands behind his back and his face very serious. On either side of him stood two teenagers, each holding a pen and paper as if preparing to record something.

With a cold hum of middle age, the square was quiet for an instant, and everyone seemed to be afraid of this middle age in front of them.

Nodding with satisfaction, the middle age then began the same opening remarks, and after a few words, the rest of the time was handed over to the young men present.

According to the middle Age, today is the day of the Smith family's annual disciple trial, which is an important means for the family to test the progress of each disciple over the past year. The stone inscribed with the Rune word is the Test stone used by the family for testing.

Most of the disciples in the audience have gone through several or even a dozen trials of cultivation and show that they are familiar with the road, but they will still be excited and nervous each time. The level and speed of progress of cultivation can be a symbol of your status in your family in the future.

Under the arrangement of middle age, teenagers methodically approached one after another to try.

The method is very simple, as long as you place your hands on the Test stone, the Test stone will respond and then emit light. Depending on Cultivation, the brightness and color of the light will vary, thus judging a disciple's Cultivation.

However, in the time of one cup of tea, more than a dozen disciples have gone up, Cultivation is high and low, and the light emitted by the Test stone is not the same color and brightness.

Some of the disciples were happy, some were disappointed, and their attitudes towards the results of their one-year penance were also different.

When a disciple finishes his or her Cultivation, the middle aged student will ask two disciples next to him or her to record his or her name and level of cultivation.

"Liam Smith." His voice suddenly changed, and his face changed a little.

I saw a body in the crowd some thin young man slowly walked onto the stage, weak sky light sprinkled on the face, can see the young face some waxed white, facial features are long and correct, sabres star, but less of all the childlike air of peers, a pair of eyes is giving people a very deep feeling, seems to be able to see through everything in the world, not a teenager should have. Only those who have experienced more than half a century can have such eyes.

"It's him, why is this Waste coming again?"

"I don't know how he had the cheek to try it again."

"You don't know that. As the old saying goes, a dead pig doesn't care about hot water."

"We're all brothers, so it's better to leave each other some room." One of the disciples could not bear to speak.

"Yeah, he's working really hard, but..." Not done, left only sigh.

"..."

Listening to the audience of fellow disciples ridicule and a little regret, Liam Smith felt that every word is so harsh, hands clenched, slightly sharp nails deeply into the palm, Liam Smith seems to feel no pain, his feet like lead toward the Test stone.

Liam Smith doesn't even know how he got there. He looks at the Test stone with a hint of complexity in his eyes and his outstretched hands shake slightly.

A hush fell over the audience, who wanted to see how Liam Smith's trial turned out.

After hesitating for a long time, in the repeated urging of middle age, Liam Smith finally put his hands on the Test stone, and his face suddenly became tense.

After three breaths, the Test stone finally responded, but the light and color were so dim that it was impossible to see the change in the Test stone without looking closely.

"Liam Smith, innate Realm Level nine." Middle age is a little apathetic.

Listening to middle-aged words, Liam Smith seems to have a million sharp thorns in his heart, teeth clenched, hands blue veins, corners of the mouth a wry smile, said to himself: "Or this result?"

You should know that the innate Realm is the basic condition for an ordinary person to become a warrior, and only after the past can they gather the Spirit of heaven and earth for their vital energy, in order to count as a true warrior. Otherwise, you're just like a normal person.

"Ha ha, as I thought, this Waste of Cultivation this past year is still in the innate Realm Level nine."

"It's been five years in a row. I'm not going to be a real warrior for the rest of my life."

"I don't know what the patriarch and Elder think, such waste should be kicked out of the Smith family early before it is embarrassed here."

"You know what? I've got the Third Elder to back me up."

"So what if the Third Elder supports him? He'll be fifteen in a year, and if he hasn't reached that level of cultivation, even the Third Elder won't be able to keep him, according to family rules."

"It is better for such a Waste to leave early, and to stay in the family is to harm oneself."

"If I were you, I would have found a place to kill myself."

"In fact, he is still good for us, at least with him I will never be the last in the family trial." A disciple gloated over misfortune.

"Go away, you vain fellow, and a Waste of blind what?" You're a normal person."

"Yes, it is a waste of food to keep this waste in the Smith family."

As Liam Smith listened to these harsh words, his teeth clenched his lip and a trace of blood ran down the corner of his mouth. However, Liam Smith did not seem to feel any pain, but turned to stare coldly at his so-called brothers and sisters.

Five years ago, which one of these people didn't nod and flatter himself?

In fact, five years ago, Liam Smith was a genius in the Silvermoon Valley, and at the age of nine, he successfully broke through the innate Realm Level nine, the youngest person in the Silvermoon Valley to reach this realm in a thousand years. I have every hope of being the best.

At that time, Liam Smith was the baby of the entire Smith family, who was afraid to drop in the hand, and afraid to melt in the mouth. For a moment the edge overshadows all his peers in the Silvermoon Valley.

The Smith family has also tried their best to cultivate all the best resources for him. In any case, as long as there is a good thing that the patriarch needs to slow down, Liam Smith doesn't need to shove it to give it.

All the Smith family disciples did not flatter and flatter him. For them, Liam Smith is the next big thing, and if you get along with him now, you're sure to get the most out of it in the future.

However, everything is being ruthlessly broken, and Liam Smith has found that no matter how hard he tries, Cultivation will never grow at all, even elixir, which breaks directly into Cultivation, doesn't work at all. He is like a leaky ball, no matter how much he absorbs the Spirit of heaven and earth, it will eventually disappear.

This discovery completely alarmed the Smith family, even the First Elder who had been in seclusion for many years was heard out of the prison, after the observation of all the elders, no one could say why, could not find a solution, and the ancient books had never recorded such a strange situation.

After numerous treatments, Liam Smith still had no hope of recovery, and slowly, the attitude of the Smith family toward him began to change.

From the beginning, the treasure has become a Waste that no one is willing to pay attention to, and all kinds of Cultivate resources gradually reduce, and finally even give nothing to Liam Smith, giving up the plan completely. Even the fellow disciples who flatter themselves endlessly in daily life also began to slowly distance themselves, and with the passage of time, they began to satirize themselves and laugh at themselves, not to mention the former deference, that is, the general friendship of fellow disciples can not see a bit.

Despite all the ridicule and neglect, but Liam Smith never discouraged, he always told himself to stand up from where to fall, if he really because of these people's cold eyes and ridicule and give up Cultivate, that his life will not be willing to, only to stand in the peak to find the glory of the past. To make all these snobs disappear.

With a frown on his face, Liam Smith could not help but feel sad: Is there really no brotherhood in the world?

The eyes are a little cold, one by one across the faces, Liam Smith firmly remember these people, if once his lost talent back, by the time they reach the top, these ants will be sorry for their short-sighted.

Perhaps because they knew that they were too much, many disciples did not dare to look at Liam Smith when his eyes swept by, intentionally or unintentionally, and their faces became somewhat abnormal.

However, some people did not care about Liam Smith's eyes, and they were harsh.

"What are you looking at, a waste of time, never seen anyone cultivating taller than you?"

"Yeah, you still think you're the genius you were five years ago? I'm afraid you're worse than a dog now." One of the disciples sniffed.

"I hate it when people look at me like that, and if it weren't for the fact that my family doesn't allow my disciples to fight privately, I'm sure I'd shoot you in the eye." Another pupil, with a fierce look, is still rubbing his hands, seemingly unable to resist the next moment to rush up to Liam Smith and beat him up.

"Don't be angry, let's just wait another year, and then this Waste will be kicked out of the Smith family, and we can do what we want, right?" Another disciple joked.

"Well, that makes sense. When you say it like that, I really want time to go faster."

"What are you looking at? Don't you get out of here? Did you really think we wouldn't dare teach you a lesson?"

"It's a waste of our time to stay after the test."

"..."

Liam Smith's already waxy face turned a little pale, but his eyes grew steely as he trudged down the steps, through the crowd, and out into the square.