[Gradually, you realize that the elixirs you've been concocting don't actually carry the curse of bad luck; it's you who are the unlucky one. Wherever you go, misfortune seems to befall those around you.]
[Thus, you feel even more justified in staying within the Descending Sect, hoping to bring your own bad luck upon them.]
[In the fourth year, you still practice Body Refinement every day and even begin concocting Soul Condensing Pills.]
[That year, the Descending Sect loses two Elder-level figures to death.]
[In the fifth year, having ample Flesh Essence and adopting the Body Cultivation methods of the Witch Clan, your Body Refinement Cultivation Level successfully breaks through to the third layer of the Origin Martial Realm.]
[That year, the Descending Sect loses a Protector-level figure.]
