Qing Wenjun was so ashamed and angry that his face turned purple.

He was a current saint of the Blue Luan Clan, and he enjoyed a respected status wherever he went. Moreover, he had set foot on the Supreme Path and was cultivated as a future hero. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? 

Under the gazes of everyone, in front of countless peerless geniuses of his generation, he was trampled on the ground and had his feathers plucked until he was naked. He would rather choose to suicide than suffer that kind of treatment. 

Correct, suicide!

Since real death did not happen on the Immortal Sacred Mountain. Rather than be humiliated and tortured, it was better to leave the scene in advance by ‘death.’

As for the rankings and fighting for luck, Qing Wenjun no longer cared. 

If he let the humiliation continue it would become a stain in his life. He would always be ridiculed by others and never be able to hold his head up again.

However, just as Qing Wenjun made the decision and prepared himself, he was shocked to discover that his body was restrained by an obscure...