Ye Qing too was filled with sorrow. When he recalled his birth, he thought about how humble and lonely he was. When he recalled the recent fiasco at Luo Shui, he thought about how he saved Luo Shui from disaster and saved the people from danger, but all he earned for his efforts was hatred, jealousy, and enmity. He was the man with the Annon Sutra, but there was barely a day where he wasn’t fighting to protect his status and his life. Surely he was the worst performing protagonist of all the web novels out there?3

The more he thought about his past, the more he became infused with thoughts of melancholy and despair. He… He wanted to die.0

“Sigh. Why even live when I’m so miserable and useless?”0

Without hesitation, Ye Qing headbutted a rock behind his back. There was a loud bang, and the rock shattered. His head remained perfectly intact, however. There wasn’t even a scratch on his forehead.1

Unwilling to give up, Ye Qing went up to a tree and headbutted it. Once again, it was the tree that snapped in half, not him.0

“Sigh, I’m so miserable I can’t even commit suicide. What a terrible life this is!”6

Tears streamed down his cheeks as Ye Qing stared blankly at the broken tree in front of him. He was just about to grab his saber and cut off his neck when suddenly, the Annon Sutra glowed and basked...0