The blazing sun rose high in the early morning, casting its light upon the vast lands below.

In a verdant and dense mountain forest, the sun was slightly dimmed, and the air was tinged with coolness.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

In the thick forest, a young figure dressed in blue was running. His steps were steady and his body was like a monkey's, extremely flexible.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the young man's figure stopped. He clapped his palm at an old tree in front of him.

"Roar!"

From his palm, a faint sound like a dragon's groan seemed to ring out.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the young man's palm hit the thick tree trunk. The two collided, and a loud cry immediately sounded.

Rustle!

Many leaves fell from the ancient tree as it shook. A distinct palm print was left on the old bark.

The young man looked and saw that only a shallow handprint was left. His delicate face could not help but grow bitter.

"This Moving Dragon Palm is the lowest level of low-grade martial arts, but even after cultivating for three whole months, I still can't gain insight regarding its essence."

"My aptitude is really such rubbish. It's been a year since I came to the Lin Clan Sect Residence as a main division disciple, but my martial arts is still at the first tier. I haven't made any progress at all. It's no wonder I can't understand martial arts.

"But I've worked so hard to enter the main division from the subdivision. Do I really have no way of fighting back against the humiliation and the snide looks from the main division disciples have been giving me this past year?"

The young man clenched his fists. His eyes shone brightly with a hint of unwillingness, but also with a hint of helplessness.

The young man in blue was called Lin Han.

He was originally a subdivision disciple from the influential Lin Clan Sect Residence not far from the mountain range.

However, because of an opportunity that arose, Lin Han and his childhood friend Lin Meier came to the main division, where the Lin Clan was the most powerful.

Lin Han had thought that if he came to the main division of the Lin Clan Sect Residence, he would achieve great success and become an admirable powerful warrior that stood over others.

However, reality was cruel. It had been a year since he came to the main division of the Lin Clan Sect Residence.

A whole year!

Lin Han was unable to break through the most basic first tier of martial arts. Moreover, his insight towards martial arts was extremely poor. 

He was indeed the 'trash heap' and 'embodiment of mediocrity' that the other main division disciples called him.

Lin Han had been depressed for half a year prior to this. 

However, six months ago, Lin Han found out that his childhood friend, Lin Meier, who he used to be extremely close with, had suddenly started to alienate him and mingled with a certain genius disciple from the main division.

Since then, every time Lin Meier saw him, her eyes would be full of disdain and disgust. For some reason, it gave birth to a deep feeling of unwillingness in Lin Han's heart.

So, he pulled himself out of his depression. He wanted to prove himself worthy by cultivating hard.

However, even after half a year, he had not made any progress with his martial arts cultivation. It was as if he was stuck in the first tier. It made Lin Han's heart fall into despair.

Despite that, he insisted on training his mind and body in the mountains every day, fighting with wild beasts.

What Lin Han wanted was to break through his cultivation and stop being mediocre. Otherwise, he would always be the lowly subdivision trash heap in the eyes of those main division disciples.

Throughout the morning, Lin Han cultivated in the mountains, hunting and tempering his physique.

At noon, Lin Han returned from the mountains to Broken Sky City.

Lin Han did not look at the bustling streets of the town and walked directly into the Lin Clan Sect Residence instead.

Over the past few days, he practiced in the mountains. He hunted many wild beasts and obtained many pelts, which he should be able to sell for a good price.

However, the moment Lin Han entered the Lin Clan Sect Residence.

"Oh, if it isn't the trash of our Lin Clan subdivision?"

"What, did you go to the mountains to train again? Haha, you're just a lowly subdivision disciple with mediocre qualifications. No matter how hard you try, you'll always be trash!"

"That's right, subdivision trash, I think you should just learn your place and get out of our Lin Clan Sect Residence. Other clans would laugh if they knew that our Lin Clan has such a disgrace among its ranks. It's really humiliating."

Suddenly, jeers filled with sarcasm rang out.

Lin Han's gaze darkened as he looked forward.

Not far away from the practice hall was a group of young men and women dressed in grand clothes and haughty auras. Their expressions were aloof and prideful; they were the main division disciples.

These main division disciples had a natural sense of superiority and were extremely arrogant in front of Lin Han, who was a subdivision disciple.

Among these main division disciples was a young man in white with incomparably malicious eyes. He suddenly took a step and stood in front of Lin Han.

"What do you want, Lin Shi?"

Lin Han's expression was twisted.

Among the main division disciples, Lin Shi was the one who loved to bully and suppress him the most.

Perhaps it was because Lin Shi was not highly gifted and had a low status among the main division disciples — he could only vent the rage in his heart by bullying Lin Han, a subdivision disciple.

Lin Shi folded his hands behind his back and looked down on Lin Han. "Lin Han, give me the pelts of all the wild animals you killed today, and I'll let you go."

"You…!"

Lin Han's eyes flashed furiously. He gripped the large bundle on his back and said icily, "I've been collecting these pelts for half a month. I can't give them to you."

"You can't? You, measly piece of trash from the subdivision, dare to say no to me? Impudent!" 

Lin Shi's eyes immediately darkened. He strode to Lin Han as his powerful energy poured out from his body like a mountain pressing on Lin Han.

'Although Lin Shi is the weakest of the main division disciples and only at the second tier, he has all sorts of powerful martial arts that only main division disciples can enjoy. Meanwhile, I'm only at the first tier, and I only have the low-grade Moving Dragon Palm. I'm no match for him!'

Lin Han's gaze grew heavy.

He knew that the current him was no match for Lin Shi.

"Bang!"

Sure enough, before Lin Han could react, Lin Shi's palm lightly flew over and landed on Lin Han's chest. Lin Han instantly spit out a mouthful of blood and was blown straight out of the Lin Clan Sect Residence.

"Someone with the worth of a mere dog dares to defy me?"

Lin Shi sneered and walked up to Lin Han, full of contempt. "Did you really think I wanted that worthless bag of sh*t pelts in your bag? I only wanted to bully you a little because that makes me happy, hahaha…"

"You can do whatever you want, is that what you think?" Lin Han was drenched with blood. His voice was incomparably cold.

"Too bad, having strength means being able to do whatever you like." Lin Shi looked at Lin Han who was lying on the ground like a dead dog and narrowed his eyes in derisive pleasure. The corners of his mouth pulled up mockingly as he spoke.