"Lin Feng, you're nothing but trash. You don't deserve to be part of the Azure Cloud Sect!"
The mocking laughter of his fellow disciples echoed across the training ground.
Lin Feng stood in the center, his clothes torn, his face bruised, and his fists clenched so tightly that blood dripped from his palms.
For years, he had endured humiliation.
No talent, no spiritual root, no chance to cultivate—he was the laughingstock of the sect. Even the servants looked down on him.
"Get out of my sight!" A senior disciple sneered, shoving him to the ground. "From today, you are expelled. A useless worm like you has no right to waste our sect's resources."
The crowd erupted in laughter.
Lin Feng's chest burned with rage and shame, but deep within his eyes, a faint spark of defiance flickered.
As he staggered away from the sect gates, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind—cold, mechanical, and filled with power.
[Ding!]
Heaven-Defying Cultivation System initializing…
Host recognized: Lin Feng.
Lin Feng froze. His heart pounded wildly.
"W-What… what is this voice?"
[Congratulations, Host. Your destiny has changed. From trash to Immortal Emperor, your path begins now.]
A surge of warmth exploded within his dantian, a power he had never felt before. His body trembled as if chains that had bound him for years were suddenly shattered.
At that moment, Lin Feng's eyes burned with determination.
The humiliation, the betrayals, the endless laughter of those who called him trash—he would repay them all.
Step by step, he would climb to the peak.
And one day, the world would bow before the name—Lin Feng, the Immortal Emperor.