Chapter 1: The Abandoned Disciple
by Deza
15:23,Feb 18,2024
"Due to his ruptured elixir field, outer sect disciple Frank is forever unable to practice immortal cultivation and is with this expelled from the Sunrise Sect. He is forbidden from ever setting foot on Sun Spirit Mountain again."
The cold voice announced this news as if it were a divine decree, filled with an unquestionable authority.
Frank Yale stood silently in the hall below, his face pale as the decree echoed infinitely. His fists clenched, his fingernails dug into his palms, drawing blood from the excessive force.
A ruptured elixir field that cut him off from immortal cultivation.
Other than a trace of sorrow in his eyes, there was also a flicker of anger at the corner of Frank's mouth.
Three days ago, he had descended the mountain to retrieve spiritual herbs for the sect, only to be ambushed by experts from a rival sect. He risked his life to protect the herbs, narrowly escaping death to return, but his elixir field ruptured, making him a complete cripple.
He never imagined that his loyalty would be seen as worthless in the eyes of these lofty figures, who were so eager to expel him, treating him like useless garbage.
"Still not leaving?" Seeing Frank still standing there motionless, another impatient voice sounded in the hall.
"Just go! With a shattered elixir field, what's the point of lingering here? The Sunrise Sect is not a place for a loser like you."
"We've sheltered you for three days, which is already more than generous."
The disdainful voices in the hall were especially piercing, ringing in Frank's ears like needles stabbing his heart.
"I'm truly heartbroken to be mistreated like this."
In a hoarse voice tinged with frustration, Frank finally lifted his head defiantly, glancing up at the announcer before walking away silently.
Spirit mountains stretched on outside the hall. Towering ancient trees stood thick, spiritual energy lingered, clouds wreathed in every direction, and cranes occasionally fluttered across the clouds. It was truly a serene paradise.
This was the Sunrise Sect, an immortality-cultivating sect in the southern reaches of the Daeryen Kingdom.
But now, in Frank's eyes, all of it seemed so cold, making him shiver involuntarily as he tried to keep himself warm.
"See, I was right. He'd end up expelled from the sect!"
As soon as Frank emerged, many disciples pointed at him. Some ridiculed him, while some sighed over his unfortunate fate.
"To be fair, Frank is rather pitiful. He treated us well before; maybe we should go see him off?"
"See him off? We're cultivators; what is he now?"
"Things are different now."
The mocking and sighing around him made Frank lower his head. He wanted to say something, but as he opened his mouth, the words got stuck in his throat. At this moment, he was like a criminal paraded through the streets, abandoned by everyone.
He was no longer the Frank of before.
Now, he was no longer a cultivator, but a cripple with a shattered elixir field. The pride he once had was gone. In the face of the world's harshness, all he could do was silently endure.
"Oh, look who it is!" A mocking laugh sounded as a white-robed disciple with a folding fan approached, looking at Frank disdainfully. "Isn't this Frank?"
Frank raised his head slightly, catching a glimpse of the person through his messy hair. He had a fair face and thin lips that hinted at his meanness. Although he was a handsome man, he had a pair of feminine eyes.
"Kayden," Frank recalled the person's name. Back then, Kayden had never spoken with such sarcasm, having shown great respect to Frank.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
Frank's thoughts were interrupted as Kayden circled him, scrutinizing him with loud clicks of his tongue. "Frank! How did you become so down-and-out? It pains me to see you like this."
Frank didn't plan to say more and was about to bypass Kayden.
"Don't leave!" Kayden took a step to block him again, shaking his folding fan with a smug look.
"Move."
"Move? Who do you think you are?" Snapping his fan shut, Kayden's smile faded, "Do you still think you're the Frank of before?"
Frank's body trembled. He wanted to refute, but he was too weak to speak.
"If you want to leave, that's fine," Kayden continued, stepping aside with a mocking gaze. "Crawl under my legs! Maybe I'll even toss you a few spirit stones as your travel expenses."
"Kayden." At that, Frank's dim eyes flashed with a chilling glint.
"Kayden, isn't that a bit...?" A disciple among the onlookers murmured, trying to defend Frank, but his voice lacked confidence due to his low cultivation level.
"Do you have a death wish?" Kayden shouted, glaring at the disciple, instantly silencing everyone around. They were all too intimidated by Kayden's strength to make another sound.
With the crowd cowed, he looked at Frank again and sneered, "Frank, are you going to crawl or not? I—"
Before he could finish, he halted when he saw a graceful figure approaching in the distance.
The person's robes flowed elegantly. Her long, dark hair cascaded like a wave, gleaming softly. Her beauty was breathtaking; she was like a celestial being.
"It's Eleanora." The disciples suddenly looked more energetic. Especially the male disciples, whose eyes were filled with open admiration and longing. She was Sunrise Sect's top beauty, the focus of every male disciple's affection.
Eleanora was known to treat everyone in Sunrise Sect with a cold, distant demeanor, except for Frank, to whom she had once shown a radiant smile. They were recognized as the sect's golden couple.
Naturally, that was in the past.
Now that Frank had fallen so low, the proud Eleanora would never smile at him as she once did.
"Eleanora." Frank's voice was hoarse, so soft it was almost inaudible. He did not turn around, but his eyes showed a complex emotion.
She had once been the one he was willing to protect with his life. But from the moment his elixir field shattered, and his cultivation was ruined, Eleanora, who had once smiled at him daily, became as cold as ice.
From that moment, Frank understood that the so-called affection, the vows of eternity, had vanished forever.
"Eleanora." Kayden immediately opened his fan with a welcoming smile, his menacing face from before utterly transformed.
Eleanora only nodded politely, her expression still indifferent, as if no worldly matters could concern her.
She sighed inwardly as she approached Frank. However, there was only coldness in her eyes, as if to say she and him were no longer on the same path.
"Take care." Though her voice was melodious, it failed to hide the chill in her tone.
"What's with that look—do you pity me?" Without looking at Eleanora, Frank merely bent to pick up the bag lying on the ground, his words lacking any warmth from before. Her words hurt him deeply.
Eleanora said nothing, and any past affection she felt for him was just a fleeting memory.
"Goodbye." Lightly dusting off his bag, Frank turned. Under the moonlight, his weary steps and thin silhouette appeared especially lonely.
The cold voice announced this news as if it were a divine decree, filled with an unquestionable authority.
Frank Yale stood silently in the hall below, his face pale as the decree echoed infinitely. His fists clenched, his fingernails dug into his palms, drawing blood from the excessive force.
A ruptured elixir field that cut him off from immortal cultivation.
Other than a trace of sorrow in his eyes, there was also a flicker of anger at the corner of Frank's mouth.
Three days ago, he had descended the mountain to retrieve spiritual herbs for the sect, only to be ambushed by experts from a rival sect. He risked his life to protect the herbs, narrowly escaping death to return, but his elixir field ruptured, making him a complete cripple.
He never imagined that his loyalty would be seen as worthless in the eyes of these lofty figures, who were so eager to expel him, treating him like useless garbage.
"Still not leaving?" Seeing Frank still standing there motionless, another impatient voice sounded in the hall.
"Just go! With a shattered elixir field, what's the point of lingering here? The Sunrise Sect is not a place for a loser like you."
"We've sheltered you for three days, which is already more than generous."
The disdainful voices in the hall were especially piercing, ringing in Frank's ears like needles stabbing his heart.
"I'm truly heartbroken to be mistreated like this."
In a hoarse voice tinged with frustration, Frank finally lifted his head defiantly, glancing up at the announcer before walking away silently.
Spirit mountains stretched on outside the hall. Towering ancient trees stood thick, spiritual energy lingered, clouds wreathed in every direction, and cranes occasionally fluttered across the clouds. It was truly a serene paradise.
This was the Sunrise Sect, an immortality-cultivating sect in the southern reaches of the Daeryen Kingdom.
But now, in Frank's eyes, all of it seemed so cold, making him shiver involuntarily as he tried to keep himself warm.
"See, I was right. He'd end up expelled from the sect!"
As soon as Frank emerged, many disciples pointed at him. Some ridiculed him, while some sighed over his unfortunate fate.
"To be fair, Frank is rather pitiful. He treated us well before; maybe we should go see him off?"
"See him off? We're cultivators; what is he now?"
"Things are different now."
The mocking and sighing around him made Frank lower his head. He wanted to say something, but as he opened his mouth, the words got stuck in his throat. At this moment, he was like a criminal paraded through the streets, abandoned by everyone.
He was no longer the Frank of before.
Now, he was no longer a cultivator, but a cripple with a shattered elixir field. The pride he once had was gone. In the face of the world's harshness, all he could do was silently endure.
"Oh, look who it is!" A mocking laugh sounded as a white-robed disciple with a folding fan approached, looking at Frank disdainfully. "Isn't this Frank?"
Frank raised his head slightly, catching a glimpse of the person through his messy hair. He had a fair face and thin lips that hinted at his meanness. Although he was a handsome man, he had a pair of feminine eyes.
"Kayden," Frank recalled the person's name. Back then, Kayden had never spoken with such sarcasm, having shown great respect to Frank.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
Frank's thoughts were interrupted as Kayden circled him, scrutinizing him with loud clicks of his tongue. "Frank! How did you become so down-and-out? It pains me to see you like this."
Frank didn't plan to say more and was about to bypass Kayden.
"Don't leave!" Kayden took a step to block him again, shaking his folding fan with a smug look.
"Move."
"Move? Who do you think you are?" Snapping his fan shut, Kayden's smile faded, "Do you still think you're the Frank of before?"
Frank's body trembled. He wanted to refute, but he was too weak to speak.
"If you want to leave, that's fine," Kayden continued, stepping aside with a mocking gaze. "Crawl under my legs! Maybe I'll even toss you a few spirit stones as your travel expenses."
"Kayden." At that, Frank's dim eyes flashed with a chilling glint.
"Kayden, isn't that a bit...?" A disciple among the onlookers murmured, trying to defend Frank, but his voice lacked confidence due to his low cultivation level.
"Do you have a death wish?" Kayden shouted, glaring at the disciple, instantly silencing everyone around. They were all too intimidated by Kayden's strength to make another sound.
With the crowd cowed, he looked at Frank again and sneered, "Frank, are you going to crawl or not? I—"
Before he could finish, he halted when he saw a graceful figure approaching in the distance.
The person's robes flowed elegantly. Her long, dark hair cascaded like a wave, gleaming softly. Her beauty was breathtaking; she was like a celestial being.
"It's Eleanora." The disciples suddenly looked more energetic. Especially the male disciples, whose eyes were filled with open admiration and longing. She was Sunrise Sect's top beauty, the focus of every male disciple's affection.
Eleanora was known to treat everyone in Sunrise Sect with a cold, distant demeanor, except for Frank, to whom she had once shown a radiant smile. They were recognized as the sect's golden couple.
Naturally, that was in the past.
Now that Frank had fallen so low, the proud Eleanora would never smile at him as she once did.
"Eleanora." Frank's voice was hoarse, so soft it was almost inaudible. He did not turn around, but his eyes showed a complex emotion.
She had once been the one he was willing to protect with his life. But from the moment his elixir field shattered, and his cultivation was ruined, Eleanora, who had once smiled at him daily, became as cold as ice.
From that moment, Frank understood that the so-called affection, the vows of eternity, had vanished forever.
"Eleanora." Kayden immediately opened his fan with a welcoming smile, his menacing face from before utterly transformed.
Eleanora only nodded politely, her expression still indifferent, as if no worldly matters could concern her.
She sighed inwardly as she approached Frank. However, there was only coldness in her eyes, as if to say she and him were no longer on the same path.
"Take care." Though her voice was melodious, it failed to hide the chill in her tone.
"What's with that look—do you pity me?" Without looking at Eleanora, Frank merely bent to pick up the bag lying on the ground, his words lacking any warmth from before. Her words hurt him deeply.
Eleanora said nothing, and any past affection she felt for him was just a fleeting memory.
"Goodbye." Lightly dusting off his bag, Frank turned. Under the moonlight, his weary steps and thin silhouette appeared especially lonely.
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